Fear
The first dark breath we take,
a shadow that grows as we learn its name.
It lives in quiet corners,
where thoughts echo back our doubts,
and we wonder—are we truly alone?
Afraid of what’s lost, afraid to hold on,
we spin in loops of overthought,
making prisons from our own doubts.
How strange it is to long for touch,
to carry the weight of endless what-ifs,
a reel of past and future fears,
afraid to step forward, afraid to let go.
But somewhere beyond this haze of worry,
beyond the walls we’ve built so high,
a light breaks through, soft and true.
And deep down I know, one day I’ll find you—
So I can say, I got you;
everything’s gonna be okay.
Fear—
why do we let it grow?
Born without, yet taught to know,
Of futures that might never be,
Shadowed by what we cannot see.
