I fear the words I speak
and the ears that will listen
I fear the uncertainty of life not yet lived
expecting it to mirror a past I long to forget

I fear the steps I take
and the glass I walk upon
I fear the possibility for cuts and bruises
expecting it to break under all of my weight

I fear the fear that haunts my days
and keeps me awake at night
I fear that it’ll hold me back
and I’ll never know life for what is truly  is

But I fear the absence of fear
its presence is known so well.
I can’t seem to lay it aside
Even as I recognize it is not the glass
but rather I, the one who is broken.