Sunday, 30 March 2014

The Little-death

Afraid of life, 
Afraid to try.
Afraid to live, 
Afraid to die.
Afraid of getting it all wrong,
Of being ill my whole life long.

As my body launches each fresh attack,
The fear it grips me,
Holds me back.
It binds me, stops me frozen stiff.
An endless loop
What if, what if?

Enough of fear,
Enough of doom.
Enough of lying in a darkened room.
I choose love and I choose laughter.
I want my happily ever after.
I renounce you, fear.
I will play no part.
I refuse to let you break my heart.
To keep me terrified of this hell.
I am not afraid - I will get well.

© Charlotte Green