When I have to will myself to stand.
Crawl.
To stand with my head held high.
Shame.
Show no fear.
Cower.
What do I have to fear?
You know who.
What do I have to loose?
Everything.
The fear that once held me.
Crushes you.
Sometimes it's grips clasp me again.
It will never let go.
And I resent myself for it.
Pathetic.
Sometimes I keep my mouth shut in fear of the answers.
You're better off.
My fear of the answer plants itself into my brain.
Like a tree you water it.
But the schrodinger's question torments me until I am forced to speak.
It's dead.
Scared to speak as the words will be true.
Liar.
And the truth hurts so the messenger is shot.
But all the messenger did was speak her truth.
How dare you.
But the truth is unique and I have my own.
Ungrateful.
A truth I do not share but with a burst of courage I hope one day I will shout.
You are too weak.
I was once fearful.
Always will be.
Sometimes I still am today.
Never leaves.
However the fear is not mine but a manifestation of the intergenerational fear I was allocated and told to be silent.
Shhh
My truth will one day be screamed.
Never.
But for now I will keep my head high and not question my questions but only their answers.
I'm trying to be braver but that shits hard.
Picture credit - lyfeillustration
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PoetryI go through shit in my life and then turn it into metaphors to help me make sense of it and sometimes I share. I honestly started this when I was in a bad place. I want everyone to know there is hope and it DOES get better. All but the last poem wh...
