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A CONVERSATION WITH FEAR

April 10, 2024

I want to reach my hand across the hole my earthquakes have created

and sew it back together.

But, I am afraid of heights. 

I am afraid of everything, actually. 

I am afraid that when I wash my wrinkles I will wash my grandma away. 

I am afraid that I don’t recognize myself anymore. 

I put on too many lotions. 

Because, I am afraid that I look just like my grandma. 

I am afraid that my house will start on fire at night

and all of my memories will burn with it.

I am afraid of starting over because I don’t know how much fire I have left. 

I am afraid of the dream I had when I was eight. 

When I was driving a car and had no idea where I was going.

I am afraid to be lost. 

I am afraid that you see me as an extremist. 

But really, that thought is a figment of your fears. 

I am afraid that I am your fears. 

I am afraid that my nose will never stop growing and my hair will stop 

and one day I will look exactly like my father.

I am afraid to look like someone who doesn't know his own beauty. 

I am afraid that capitalism has gotten the best of me. 

Boxes block my front door.

I am afraid that I don’t know any other way. 

And I am afraid all of the cellophane will suffocate me.  

I am afraid of reading the news. 

I read the news just to make sure the news is right. 

I am afraid the news is right. 

And I am afraid the news is so extremely wrong. 

I am afraid of the cobwebs in the corners of my house.

I am afraid of the time I spend cleaning them. 

I am afraid that sometimes I clean to impress everyone else. 

But no one ever comes over.  

I am afraid my children will want to have children. 

I hold my breath so my grandchildren will have enough air one day. 

I am afraid we are using up all of the air. 

I am afraid that love has created a pocket of nostalgia in me. 

Like an end I don’t swim in anymore. 

But, every now and again - when someone moves the way it’s edges did 

I am afraid I will fall in deep again. 

I am afraid that I will drown and right before my last second I will remember that I can swim. 

So, I am afraid that I will try to fly and I will stay in the sky forever. 

Because what if I fall in love with the clouds? 

I’m afraid I’ll see everything differently 

and not be able to tell anyone. 

But, I am afraid of heights. 

I am afraid of everything, actually.


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