Flee From Fear Poem by Pasomi Mucha

Mmmm...
Keep sitting in your comfort zone,
Afraid of any unknown,
Afraid to try,
Afraid to venture beyond the familiar,
Afraid to let your ship leave harbour,
Afraid to test yourself beyond your proven abilities.

Mmmm...
Keep courting fear,
Feeding her shortsighted appetites with your real or only imagined inadequacies,
Hugging and holding fast to her,
As she whispers empty nothings to you,
In the company of her sibling, procrastination,
Look to her as she smiles; enticingly, deceptively dressed as reasoning,
Posing as a pillar of good sense;

... and... mmmm...

Opportunities will melt away into nothingness,
Opportunities will disappear.
What you could have been, you'll never be,
What you could have had, you'll never have,
And, with one hand, you will wave fear and procrastination driven goodbyes to chances, to opportunities,
You will shut and lock doors that would have led you to new vistas meant for you,
And you'll be left,
Squatting in uncertain, 'if only; could have; would have' misery,
Enclosed, in the stifling limits of your comfort zone,
Holding, in the other hand,
The fruit of your illicit intimacy with fear;
Holding the monstrous, forever-nagging-like-a-leaking-roof baby called Regret.