Fears

 Sometimes in life the things we never want to happen, actually happen. The thoughts and emotions during that time are crazy. Even after it's all over, it's not completely over because it will always be apart of your life. But when you get through the thing you never wanted to face, you are a different person, and that is not always a bad thing. It takes great strength to face fears.

Fears

It stands in front of you looming,
The monster in your mind. The dark fear,
The one you run from, the one you hide from.
The nightmare you can never face.
It taunts and jeers and foretells doom.

A cringing creak that creeps on through,
Belligerent intent dominates night’s noon,
Causing one’s sleep to end so soon.
The worry, the dread, the unseen end,
 The cost, the pain, the disloyal friend.

Heavy weights that crush the throat,
Tall jagged cliffs that daunt you the most,
Impossible climb in nonexistent time,
That dark and dismal race, a part in which you must partake,
Your feet draw close. The starting line.

Discomforting thoughts seize the mind,
And hold tight with lies that blind.
What little of life is left with hope,
Is chocked and paralyzed so you cannot cope.

Unknown outcomes hang suspended.
Possibility of life upended,
Hacks through courage long pretended,
Severs trust far expended.

It’s unavoidable. You must begin.
There you stand with trembling chin.
Fight. Or die.
“I could never,” is your whispered cry.
When the dread you feel consumes you,
How can you survive?

The moment hits all too soon.
When your heart drops,
And rational thinking stops.
Your fear has come true,
And stares you in the eyes.
This is where faith lies.
How will you get through?
The dream you dread has come to life.
And there is no running.
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Emerging on the other side,
Relief is tied with grief inside,
But Future’s path is still wide.
Hope has not completely died.
Here in the afterglow of the finished fight,
Breathing in air free of fright,
Chances persist, bright dreams exist,
And life once again can be clothed in light.
After all you’ve been through, this feels right.
Bruised, battered, broken, beat,
But in triumph not defeat.
Stronger. Crippled.
Wiser yet weary,
With carefulness tripled.
Exhilaration. Despondency.
Healing exchanges the past so dreary,
Though eyes remain a little teary,
But no longer is living shrouded in black.
Content with the scars.
At peace after the wars.
Now with new strength, looking back,
“I could never” becomes “Yes, I can,”
But please, God willing, never again!

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