I wish that I could eradicate my fears.
Crush them into dust in my hands.
Tilt my palm to the ground.
And let them be picked up by the wind
That spreads them out into tiny,
Tiny little things.
Unimportant and easily forgotten.
My ashes that lay in my head & my heart.
Made from a terrible fire inside.
That has burned down all the nerves.
Numbing me and isolating me from what I love.
If I could just tip my head to the side.
Shake them out of their hiding place.
And put them against my skin.
Then let them go away forever.
With tranquility overwhelming their place.