poem anthology (I'm So Afraid)

I'm not as afraid today.

The act of writing consistently has made me less afraid.
The fear within me has subsided and become a fleeting feeling.
It is quite nice, for the time-being.

I'm scared for the next wave it might hit again. Once more. And Again. And Again.
"You will dislike me, you will learn to dislike me."
So well my being is off in space now.

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Thanks for listening.

*Yet the lack of understanding is the most painful thing.
I hate being here. Not here on earth but in places where I can be vulnerable. It's painful, much more painful than physical pain. I want to just be alone, if you know what I mean?