Frightened Even After Reasurance
Fallen,
am I
from a path of clarity.
Confused are the thoughts in my head,
trying to organize themselves once again.
Shut down by fear,
fear of standing tall and making a mistake,
fear of facing the truth and reality.
Anxiety steps up to the plate,
to make the right decision,
not letting your desires slip through your fingertips.
Lost,
inside yourself,
a blind eye turned to your soul,
a forgotten bit inside of you,
you can't hide,
but merely sit star struck into space,
hoping to redeem that knowledge of your true self,
and discovery of who you really are.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2009
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