"My greatest fear
is to one day
not be Afraid." Says the wise, old man.
"Why?" Asks the small child,
Who screams at the
shadows
his older brother casts on the wall.
Who worries of what's
lurking
under the bed in the dead hours of night.
Who wishes to be that
dauntless hero
in his brother's stolen comic books
that he reads even when he's been told
not to.
He doesn't understand.
How could one not wish to be
fearless?
Not wish to be
unafraid?
"Well, you see, my young boy,
my fears shape me.
My fear keeps me safe.
I know not to touch a hot stove
or to mess with that sharp knife
or to climb that tall, rickety ladder
or to let you go off
and do whatever you please."
The child is still confused.
Naive
to the old man's words.
The old man shakes his head
"You'll learn one day.
I just pray
that it comes soon."
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English Notebooks
Poetrya place for me to put all my poems, slam poems, original song lyrics, etc. IMPORTANT: dont read if i know u irl thanks
