Fear

Am I really this free, and is this even real?

I’ve fought so hard, just to get here…

This mental space, and for this way of expression.

I feel gently alive.

I am gently alive.

I feel fear, fear to even thrive.

Am I this free, was I mistaken –

To live so passionately, so violently?

Am I ever so wrong to rebel?

Am I ever so wrong to live life empathetically and be in good imagination.

I find it disheartening and difficult, how most are so quick to assume and judge.

Not knowing the darkness that I have been through…

I deserve happiness and love, I am just like you.

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