For years I've been afraid of everything I want I'm afraid to lose this sense of longing I've set a place for at my table I'm afraid it will leave me and I'm afraid that it won't When I face that inner voice of mine that's all it seems to say: I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm afraid this mantra skips and repeats etches and engraves deep marks in me flutters nervously behind my eyelids where can I go when I'm afraid of every outcome it's hard to move forward on shaking, unsteady limbs I've exhausted every effort to soothe the voice that says "unsafe" I've built up walls and barricades I've torn them down to demonstrate that I can be brave but still the deep seed of fear remains it cracks through the concrete I lay it crawls ever upward through my veins searching for the sun