I am afraid,
Of myself,
What I can do,
Where I will go,
What lays ahead,
The things that I don’t yet see,
I am scared,
Of what I am becoming,
Where I am going,
Why I am doing, being, moving,
I am terrified,
Of what I will find,
When I delve within,
The depths of myself,
The crevices, the darkness,
The bottom of the sea that I hold in my being,
I’m afraid of my limits,
The point where I can go no more,
When my weakness steps out into the world,
Anyone can look,
Judge,
Do I want,
To know the extent of my abilities?
To know the full potential I have?
To discover my place,
Of greatest extent?
Is there such a place,
Burdening… me,
Or does this lie just sit,
In a worried corner of my mind?
There is no finish line,
Final words the the tale,
End,
There is just,
My fears,
The limits I place upon myself,
And me,
No beginning, no end,
Just me
Impressive! Your brain is not eaten by any woman, apparently.
ReplyDeleteFrom Jing at www.bejingxu.com
much appreciated.I mugged in myself while i was writing. at the time of my writing this piece, I was feeling very frightened with hitting walls that could not be passed (which really isn’t true).Thank you very much for your lovely comment :)
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