The soil I stand on
Is not my own,
But here I am
Far from home.
Hoping to make my
Own space here.
Afraid of destroying
Something past, but dear.
Why am I so afraid to lose you?
There’s no reason for you to go.
Unshaken the feeling lays inside
Attracting, clutching at all my thoughts,
Oblivious to my rationales.
In an instant the distance between us
Seems so vivid.
A stark canyon, the void all encompassing,
you’re on the other side
Beckoning me.
At first the jump’s exhilarating
A small frame soaring through the wind.
But like a stone I drop,
The darkness sucking me down
To coldness below.
Mounting paranoia
Treads a path of destruction.
Fear whispers that I’ll wake up alone.
The reason’s still unclear.
Intimidation swells like skin stretched too tight,
Pushing deeper within myself.
Padding out protective walls,
Walls protecting me from a myth
An inexplicable tale of my own imagining.
Why?
Because you’re too good to lose.
COMMENTS
A little fear of loss is a useful thing - it encourages us to cling to those things we hold dear a little tighter, and appreciate them all the more for being in our lives. It gives those things value, if only to us. To not be afraid to lose something is, in my mind, to consider it worthless.
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