Fear is so sure I am only pretending to be successful,
That I’m sitting on the wrong chair in this table called life
Eating off a plate full of coincidences
A random dish of assorted things happening to me
By good luck or bad karma
Don’t have expectations he said, you’ll only get hurt he said
Just live by the bare minimum
And Draw as little attention to yourself
So that if you fail, at least it was private…
Fear says he wants what’s best for me
But I’m starting to think he’s a pathological liar
It’s how he walks me into the museum of my mistakes
So, I can revisit, recycle and rehearse my regrets
convincing me to hate where I was, question where I am
And faint at the mere mention of where I will be
And is it just me or does Fear always have us looking without and never within
It’s like being enough is a concept he says is external
yet he himself doesn’t have a physical body – he’s leveraging on mine
You see as a spirit fear knows how to live from the inside out
That’s why he expresses himself first, inside our heads
And not as the boogyman under our beds
So why does he, speak to me, about life
With things I can see with my naked eyes but never with God’s eyes
Fear does not reason with faith
In his religion- He is god
Oh and Get this Fear demands that I ask for permission to try something new
But you know what’s funny? he will always say no when I ask him
Fear believes in me but in small measure
He says he protects me from my hopeful nature
Because being optimistic = (equals) being naïve and unrealistic
Fear keeps me from the delivery room
when I’m just about to give birth to something
Does that sound familiar you?
The more time we spend with him the more we labor in vain
He was the allaby in the crime scenes of our aborted dreams
Give me a minute so I can add “murderer” to his criminal record this guy is a disease
Fear makes time my enemy
Saying you don’t have the time to change
You will not finish in good time
You’re already too far behind
Look at how far everyone else is
Do you really want to do this
Aren’t you too old for it?
Fear.. Talking about
How I was born his type of way, live his type of way to only die his type of way
Fear-I am not your type
let go of my heel,
I am not Eve- you will not drag me behind
I am Born of God- kin to the second Adam- you leave my heel the hell alone
Courage and bravery suit me everywhere I go
The bag that I’ve packed
That’s missing your set of clothes
Is the one I love to carry the most
So Take your seat in the back of the vehicle please
This engine is about to kick in at full speed
And know this
I am committed my growth no matter how slow
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