It’s woven into the fibre of my being
to expect tragedy.
Even in the wake of the good things
my mind is plagued by
the thought of what could be.
This element of fear shadows my every move.
It sticks itself onto every surface and
forces itself into every groove.
But I’m learning to let go and let be.
I’m trying to remind myself that my spirit is of a sound mind
and of power, love, self control;
and that it is not drive by fear -
not of the unknown,
not of the probability of tragedy.