the fear that broke my heart

November 19, 2009
I've been afraid to fly,
but I've always had my wings.
Afraid to raise my voice,
and hear that familiar ring.
Afraid to stand and walk away,
it's baby steps for me.
Afraid to open these tired eyes,
afraid of what I'll see.
I'm afraid to give my heart away,
for fear it will get tossed.
But afraid to buy myself a shield,
afraid of what it could cost.
I'm afraid to feel a god damned thing,
for fear I will get hurt.
Afraid to give you anything,
you'd throw down in the dirt.
My life consists of fear in which,
I feel I can't escape.
But maybe someday, someday soon,
some courage will take shape.

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