My greatest fear

Tue, 03/19/2019 - 00:13 -- triisha

My greatest fear

is to be brave, and yet

I am just that

every day.

 

I fear to be

brave,

to do what others tell me not.

to seek a simple solution

to flee this spot, this in-between

where safety forgone and I refuse to hide,

to follow routine,

and instead to where it is wrong for me

to be

brave

and listen to the voice which lives inside.

 

This place I seek, I think, called freedom

is a place I wish to return,

yet I’m meek, I think, my tongue

is the only one to yearn.

 

I fear to be

brave,

but I know it is in me!

I do all I can for others to see,

to believe I am more than I do,

to know I am more than I say…

That is come the day for me

to be

brave

 

and listen

to that voice with too much to say,

that which says you fear the thing you yearn.

 

I tell her:

I wish to leave, to run away, to die,

yet I fear to be so brave

to try.

I ask her:

I don’t wish to be, to stay, yet why

do I fear to live

to try?

 

it is the hardest thing in the world to be brave,

and it (should) be the easiest in the world to leave…

Yet if you wish to be, to stay, then why?

Is it so much harder to be so brave?

 

I tell her: simply being is being brave.

To my surprise, she tells me that, too.

 

My greatest fear

is to

Be,

yet I am brave (I knew it!)

and I choose to be

every day.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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