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The assignment said to write about what you're afraid of and don't stop until you know.
I am afraid of writing about what I am afraid of for I might find out of what I am afraid and I am very much afraid of that. But since I'm more afraid of people criticizing me and being cross, of having failed and feeling useless I write down what I'm afraid of and be done with it. With writing down I mean because being afraid goes on and on I am afraid.
I am afraid of losing self control or food or loved ones or so called securities.
I am afraid of what will happen when I'm not obliging anymore or listening. I am afraid of needing help for very basic things like going to the loo or lack of oxygen. I am afraid of losing money, of the panic and of needing help.
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Silence is trailing through the dark where
I wake empty looking back.
my love is gone, hunting the sacred grounds.
The bone he left is brittle failing sadly
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I feel a reed walking around
with a holy banner tied to it
and find the shreds are clinging
to the people in the street who
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I am waiting for the Mother of All Things to come and
wrap her arms around my father. Hold him tight against her bosom so he can not hurt my brother anymore or make him cry. To hold him tight and tell him that he does not have to worry anymore about responsibility and love. That all- will be well and himself most of all. That all the strife is over and no one will haunt him anymore. And that my little brother will be hugged an soothed and accompanied from dusk ‘till dawn by loving eyes and hands and will not run around with wailing mouth and ailing eyes no more. And certainly he will not hang on to my father anytime to ache for his attention. For he will be full of joy and light instead of stricken fright and dumbfounding delight.
I long for her attention in this room where we all still participate in what we call: ‘Our Family’ that has been gone for many years now but still lives in every little heart that once was born between the two of those that stood at her beginning saying: ‘Yes, I Will’. Not knowing that they too were only wishing for the Mother of All Things to come.
She never came until it was too late and we were each in turn beginning somewhere saying: ‘Yes I Will’.
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Afraid
The assignment said to write about what you're afraid of and don't stop until you know.
I am afraid of writing about what I am afraid of for I might find out of what I am afraid and I am very much afraid of that. But since I'm more afraid of people criticizing me and being cross, of having failed and feeling useless I write down what I'm afraid of and be done with it. With writing down I mean because being afraid goes on and on I am afraid.
I am afraid of losing self control or food or loved ones or so called securities.
I am afraid of what will happen when I'm not obliging anymore or listening. I am afraid of needing help for very basic things like going to the loo or lack of oxygen. I am afraid of losing money, of the panic and of needing help.
I am afraid of everything becoming blurred and you need to decide and you have no idea.
Afraid I am of ghosts inside the heart of darkness and afraid of people who are smart so they can hurt me with their sharpness. Afraid of people with charisma for I'm drawn to those, willing to please and sacrifice people like me?
I am afraid of boundaries because they make me feel rejected, and I am afraid of freedom for it leaves me unprotected.
I am afraid of mother love because there is a bill connected and of father love which is likewise affected, even worse: wanting complete surrender.
I am afraid of partner love because it shocks me not to find myself alone...
I am afraid of wasting time whatever that may be.
I am afraid of the Menace in my head that never gives me a minute to breath and I am afraid of the pain of death. I am afraid of letting go and standing there with empty hands. I am afraid of the light that doesn't leave a truth untouched and I am afraid of honesty that tells me who I am. I am afraid of who I am, For I am many and my each is of an entity itself, preaching a revolution against other revolutions.
For my name is civil war and I myself am ammunition, guns and the guerrilla.
I am afraid of civil war that leaves no place intact and drives women and children in exile.
I am afraid of being a fugitive because you do not speak the language and you have no place to go.
Your child goes hungry and it has no chance to grow and play. You are a parasite. You don't belong.
I am afraid of parasites because they take what you don't have and leave you bloodless with an aching wound that itches when you move.
Don't move.
I am afraid to move.
I might get shot by me and all my fears and then there would be silence and I am afraid of....
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