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If I Werent Afraid
I arrived without clothes or fears at birth
but wore both within one year on earth;
in a crib, my self-esteem doubt blistered.
Since my initial vocal and mobile phase,
I played avoidance to eliminate critical
corrections that felt like imbecile rejections.
For two decades my fears fed anxieties
over disciplined, quick tempered males who
like my dedicated paternal man, could voice
wither my core sheaves in ‘less than’ wisps.
It took fifty rough years of soul aviation,
plus my faith’s aimed navigation thru
brutal life trajectories, to remind me
I have always been the perfect me blend.
Just here ‘till home again and fear’s but
an acronym: ‘false evidence appearing real.’
I am uniquely valuable, confident enabled
and I daily fear shed but, well – maybe I
should pen about bungee jumping instead?
... CayCay
September 16, 2019
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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