Fighting Fears, Chasing Dawn

By Roopinder Kaur Waraich

The hollow heart, the darkened room,

Where silent fears darkly bloom.

The phantom terrors, sharp and deep,

That creep into the corners of our sleep.

A thousand fears, a fractured soul,

Destroying life beyond control.

The echoing voice, “you’ll fail instead,”

From the shadowed well from where your hopes have fled.

The heavy cloak of doubt descends,

Where courage falters and dreams end.

The icy fear of judging eyes,

That sees the faults we cannot deny.

The fear of scorn, a heavy chain,

That binds the spirit in its pain.

Thinking of the path ahead, a chilling tale,

Where shadows dance and whispers wail.

No charted course, no starry trace,

a boundless void, a vacant space.

The heart beats fast, a clamorous drum,

As nameless fears begin to come.

A tremor starts, a subtle quake,

Where fragile fortitude begins to break.

Yet, in this darkness, deep and vast,

A spark of valor meant to last.

For even fear, a grimly art,

Can’t truly hold a searching heart.

The eyes, once misted by distressing tears,

reflects a strength that conquers all fears.

The towers of terror begin to fall,

As strength responds to the freedom’s call.

A whisper rising, glorious and strong,

“this cannot be where I belong”

The thunder may roar as the skies turn grey,

Let your spirit soar and forge its way.

Courage will rise where doubt was born,

Fighting fears, chasing dawn.

By Roopinder Kaur Waraich