Fearing the Future 

lizaaitken

I’m scared of seeing myself honestly, 

for the person I truly am.

Without the props and dressing up, 

I  really don’t think I can.

That’s not your plan for me today, 

you insist I look in the mirror.

The mirror of truth to introspect, 

bring the self a little nearer.

Fear in my heart, a shortness of breath, 

I just want to stay in bed. 

Hide myself, keep eyes shut tight, 

each moment filled with dread.

I’ve prayed, begged and cried,

what more can I do so you’ll listen.

Give me more time, let me linger here,

please don’t let me loose my position.

Your pulling me now, there’s no turning back,

then over the edge do I fall.

My wings open up, I’m starting to fly,

all the fear led to nothing at all.

Published by lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

16 thoughts on “Fearing the Future ”

      1. I am sat here waiting for the removal men at lunch time, I’ve still got things to pack, John is dismantling the wardrobe lol. I refuse to rush and panic probably because I’m so tired. This has been the hardest move of all. Yet tonight when we are tucked up all snug I know it will be worth it. I’ve just been told that my 8 year old grandson has asked his mum is Grandma a gypsy lol, at least I won’t be remembered as boring!

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      3. When I was younger I loved change, when you get older and go through difficult times change can seem a little bit threatening…. so many people stay still in their comfort zones. At least I’ve learned things along the way about myself which is no bad thing. Would I do the same again? Probably not lol.

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  3. Anticipation and unknown are always worse, right? Once you take the step and do it or say it or know it, whatever it is, the fear begins to fade and you are doing/speaking/learning instead of fearing.

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