"What's your biggest fear? " he asked me as we sat on my living room couch. I thought about the question for a while, trying to figure out how to answer it.
Should I lie and tell him something silly like I'm afraid of flys. Or should I say a half lie and tell him I'm scared of heights?
Even though it's not the height that scares me.
Should I tell him that I'm afraid of falling? Even though it's not the falling that scares me, it's more the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when your body is exhilarated. It's knowing that you are about to crash; It's knowing your body is telling you to embrace the impact.
Should I tell him that I'm afraid to crash?
But what if he asks why? Should I lie and tell him I'm afraid it will hurt? Because I'm not scared of the pain because the pain will disappear with time.
Should I say, I'm afraid of falling because falling means crashing and crashing means breaking, and I've done my fair share of breaking in my life.
Or should I tell him that I don't know why?
But what if I'm being honest for a short amount of time?
I guess I would tell him that I'm afraid of losing myself.
I'm afraid that one day, my broken pieces will turn into sand, and I'm worried that I won't know how to put myself back together again.
But being honest was never a strong suit of mine, so I smiled and told him, "I'm afraid of heights."
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
