Chasing Fears

January 22, 2012
By PoetryMaster BRONZE, Ottawa, Other
PoetryMaster BRONZE, Ottawa, Other
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Favorite Quote:
-A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song.
- We make a living by what we get; we make a life by what we give
- The summit of happiness is reached when a person is ready to be what he is.


Hiding in the willows
Leaving no trace behind me
Seeing those figures
Dancing across my mind
Innocence lingering
In the stale air
A cold night
Embraces my body
A will to speak
Left me speechless
Conquering my fears
By being fearful
Stepping on hot coals
The searing pain
Encasing me
A narrow staircase
Never ending
Though I keep walking
The endless peril
Exciting me
The faces of ghosts
Taunting me
My effervescent dreams
Becoming haunting
Imprinting my soul
A chill numbing my bones
I'm no longer taken.


The author's comments:
Letting go of my fears.

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