AM SCARED

Scared of my pen, that I might not scribe a word of understanding for you

Am scared!

Scared to tread on the path of life, mayhaps the destroyer of innocent souls might devour me and none could save me

Am scared!

Scared to reach out for the future, that the winds of failure might blow me down and none would be there to hold me up

Am scared!

Scared of taking that step, maybe my feet might fail me and my journey made half way.

Am scared!

Scared of the twists and turns of life, perhaps I might turn and turn half of that that me

Am scared!

Scared of my pains, that I might cry too much and get drowned in the waters of my eyes

Am scared!

Scared of trusting you, that you might leave a hole of everlasting grief that none could hope to ever fill

Am scared!

Scared to fall for your love, maybe I might fall too deep for bruises and scars which never will heal

Am scared!

Scared of your thoughts, of your comprehensions from this muse’s musings!