Fear takes many forms
twisting and turning into our personal nightmares
morphing into a body
which attacks our comforted padded layers
Fear be gone
Flinching when a hand is raised
standing still, afraid to breathe
afraid to let out any emotions
so that no one gets the wrong notions
my hands tremble by my side
my head sways from side to side
my frazzled brain trying to guide
my scared body into silence
Fear be gone
stop latching onto my throat
making me unable to speak
stop making my legs unable to walk
forcing me to be rooted on that spot
Fear be gone
anxious thoughts critiquing my every move
telling me that whatever I do
will leave me all alone
Fear be gone
before tears start coming out of my eyes
Fear why can't you be gone?
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoesiaEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
