Fear

By Kayden

It’s scary. Not because of the monsters that haunt in the dark of night, but rather of the things that you can’t control, the things you can’t see coming. Hell, I'm scared. Scared of the quiet moments when everything seems fine, but I know it's an illusion. The fear is always there, just beneath the surface, creeping up when you least expect it.

You tell yourself it's okay, that things will work out, that you’ll be fine but how much of that do you truly believe? The choices you made, those that you can’t undo and fix. The time you wasted, the opportunities you missed. The worst part is, you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to carry that weight.

You claim you’re afraid of being alone yet you build walls. Not to protect you, but to keep them out. You didn’t let them. You didn’t let them get close enough to help, close enough to see.

You seek answers, because you’re constantly afraid of the unknown, of what comes next in this strange, strange world. You search for answers, but the real questions, the ones about whether you’ll be enough, whether you’re on the right path, and whether you’re allowed to be happy, are the ones you fear asking.

Yet despite the fears, you keep going. You keep pushing forward, no matter how afraid you are, no matter how lost you feel. Is it courage, or is it just the refusal to give in? You keep your head down, take each step, because the alternative is to stop. And stopping means giving in to the fear. After all, the scariest thing isn’t the fear itself, but what happens if you stop running from it.

By Kayden