I, like many
Have many fears.
Some are unlikely
And irrational
Like that of falling
From towering heights
Or the fear many children have
Of what is in
Is in that dark corner
Of the basement.
I have real fears
Like that of death
And the possibility of oblivion
And how badly I might do
On my fifth hour quiz.
I have many quirky fears
Like a phobia of mind-readers
Or that someone will break
Into the house
When I am home alone
Or one of my greatest
Petrifying fears
The fear of intimacy.
I have feared all of these
And many more
And have become heavy-hearted
While contemplating them
But I have realized
Fears are like bullies
Once you face them
And show them a brave face
They fly away
On swift feet.
