Fear,
It’s exquisite on its own,
It plays with you, uniquely at each stage of life,
Form the second you were born to your very, last… breath.

My first breath- out of my mother’s belly,
The fear- that it would be the first and last.

On the first day of pre-school,
The fear- of leaving my parents behind.

The first day of elementary school,
The fear- of boys.

First day of high school,
The fear- of being lonely,
And then,
The worst of all,
The first crush,
The fear- of being crushed.
The fear- of not being tall enough,
Not thin enough,
Not hot enough,
Just not enough,
Not enough,
Not enough for him; to love you  
Just then you’ll realise,
It is not something that should be cried over because,
It is just, not…worth,
But it’s too late,
Isn’t it?
By that time,
Your heart spurts pain; from all the punctures he had made,
It melts; from all those hurtful, fiery words, he had uttered.

Then its repercussions,
The fear- of falling in love again,
The fear- that it will a happen; all, over again,
But,
That is, love-isn’t it?
It just doesn’t give a **** about how or even what you feel?
It’s just selfish- just, like the ones who you end up falling in love with,
And despite all,
You will still fall for him!
You will drown in his flattery words,
And comfort your cold heart from the warmth of his skin,
And kiss him- till you can taste his soul,
Every single day, and night.

Then,
The awful fear,
Oh My!
The fear- of him leaving,
But you will marry him anyways,
Because that is love.

And at last,
The moment where love is expressed without a single, word,
The moment where you make love,
The moment where you merge,
Connect,
Feel,
Unite,
Form ONE pure soul.

Then motherhood visits,
A little something,
That brings shine and tranquility,
An art that represents you both.

And it all starts,
It starts; all, over again.

Fear.