I'm afriad of death.
And someone controlling my life.
And not being in control of my life.
The dark, deep water, cancer anf wasps.
Walking home in the dark all alone.
Throwing up; other people throwing up,
And not being able to run.
My own hurtful thoughts and being alone with them.
There are many other things that I'm afraid of,
But....
I am not afraid of,
Blood or scissors or babysitting alone.
I am perfectly capable to sing or act in front of 100 people.
And acting confident (even though i don't know what I'm doing.)
And standing out in a crowd,
And riding the subway alone.
I'm fine with airplanes and sail boats.
And now I realize that I shouldn't hide,
Away from all my fears,
Instead I should face them head on,
Except on Sundays.
(Then I can hide away in bed.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You speak for many Kelsey. Nice poem. Happy New Year!