The Fear Below

 

I am a child of ghosts,

broken homes,

and narrow alleyways.

I am a son of rage,

created this place

in a state of disarray.

Coming into the age

of entropy,

I feel like the world’s

reflecting me.

If that is the case,

It’s up to me to change.

Nothing that I’ve see

would disagree.

    

Honing in on

something I have never known.

This new way

might just take me home.

This leap of faith

would be such a waste

without the fear below

and the love behind me.

   

Shatter these old illusions.

Here we are,

treading where apocalypse falls.

Reigning in

every intuition

that screams,

“Run!”.

   

Contrary

and bewildering.

I see eyes

staring from the mirror.

No longer sick

and ugly,

they seem clear

for the first time in years.

   

Is this what it’s like

to break free?

Is this what it’s like

to be?

Running for the gap,

about to make the leap,

with the fear below

and the love behind me.

   

   

HG – 2022

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