Fear Poem by Shiloh Thompson

Beaten down
Afraid to live
To be myself
Society says no
You are wrong
It must be true
No one knows
Who I am inside
I don’t know
Myself anymore
Who would when
You are always wrong?

Curled up in
The fetal position
Safe in my cocoon
Of lies and deceit
They made me build
So I would not be stripped
Emotionally and physically
Of what was left
Of who I really am
I was barely alive
Not daring to live

Fear for my soul
Wrapped in the
Hatred of others
Thickened by the
Disappointment of
My loved ones
How could they understand
When I was so
Wrapped in another’s
Wishes for me

Trembling as
I lay there dying
In a pool of
Imaginary blood
Its darkness wrapping
Itself tighter against
My frail mind
Dragging me down
Into Hell’s abyss.

The darkness swallows
My mind, screaming
As my pain shattered
My body fragmented
Into a thousand
Pieces never to be
Put together again
Scattered forever.

No redemption for
Broken souls when
They do this to
Themselves as
Punishment for their
Self-inflicted wounds
Of the soul.

Shatter glass falls
All around me as
I lay in a pool of
Misery, alone, afraid,
Not daring to move
For fear of falling again.

The silence oppresses,
I curl up tighter, not
Even hearing my own
Heart beat its tempo
For I am so empty.

I am alone in this
World I have created
The pain I suffer
My only companion.

The world settles
Around me, and I
Realize its morning.

The nightmare has passed.
My turmoil behind me.

Dear heart, it is a new beginning.