Fears

Weird Poetry

I am afraid of first days.

I am afraid of the unknown.

I am afraid of taking charge.

I am afraid of gaining weight.

I am afraid of grey hair growing out of my head.

I am afraid of this world going to shit.

I am afraid for my offspring’s future.

I am afraid of being late.

I am afraid of being pressed for time.

I am afraid of running out of time.

I am afraid of missing out.

I am afraid of people.

I am afraid of violence.

I am afraid of speaking my mind.

I am afraid of confrontation.

I am afraid of falling out of favour.

I am afraid of failing to please.

I am afraid of the staffroom.

I am afraid of most social situations.

I am afraid of junebugs.

I am afraid of driving.

I am afraid of letting go.

I am afraid of losing myself.

I am afraid of losing people I love.

I am afraid of intense pleasure.

I am afraid of being exposed.

I am afraid of not being seen.

I am afraid of being myself.

I am afraid of more things but it appears I am pressed for time.

I am tired of being afraid of so much bullshit. Fuck, it’s exhausting.

I’ll be fine. Just having a moment…. Oddly, taking my clothes off helps with the anxiety.

β€πŸ‘½xoxoxoπŸ‘½β€

10 thoughts on “Fears

  1. Taking off my clothes and dancing with the shadow outlining my body on the wall opposite to the night lamp…oh, that is my “now & here” when fear of unknown, fear of taking charge, fear for my boys’ future, lots of fears crawl up and choke me…

    Yes, you gorgeous, take your clothes off and loosen the fears away

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