Frightened Child

(A poem I wrote a while back that stayed in drafts, did I dare to post it?)

You stood on the edge

Scared to leap

Not trusting that your wings would carry you

In those lost years

You learned to associate

Elevation

With a questionable superiority or madness

In a barren world

Where messages were mixed

And everyone seemed so far removed

If that is their world

You thought

I don`t want any part of it

But is it just possible

Your vision is skewed

Are you fooled into satisfing yourself

Only with crumbs and morsels

Nevering daring to fly too high

Or hope too much?

Keeping your longing buried

Deep down in a box you hid so long ago.

While all along

The devil sitting on your shoulder

Whispers thoughts of doom

You cry endlessly for those who are hurting

But what of the joy that gives birth to life and hope

Your life is so far from over

And truly you hunger

Just admit it

Will you take the risk to trust again

It may be doomed

And all end in dust

But frightened child

How will you know

If you never

Even try?

(Ever notice that fear gets worse the more you focus on it?  I know someone who starts worrying he has cancer every time he notices a change in his body.  At first, he’s only mildly concerned, but after an hour he worries himself sick (keep in mind, nothing has changed except his thoughts….)

Extract from article linked to chosen photo.  Source : connexionsclassroom.com/blog/2014/08/the-vicious-cycle-of-fear/