poem: fear

i am afraid.

Every time the phone rings,
tremors
go down my spine:
i drown in irrationality
and uncertainty.

Questions flood over
a paralyzed body:

What will be demanded of me?
What can i give,
when i have nothing?
When i am so badly broken?
Who will have an opportunity
to judge me now?

Even as i get better,
crawling out
of the deepest pits
of anxiety,
i am often non functional,
brought low
by illness,
or by this ridiculous fear
and the sorrow
that rides on its back.

i need lessons
in courage.

i need the fire
inside my heart
to burn
in such a way
that i can withstand
what comes.

Oh,
i need faith
in my purpose
and being
especially
when logic
says
everything
is
crumbling
around me.

13 december 2015

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