Poetry: Fear


It’s the fear that holds me back.

I’ve always said, it’s hesitation that kills my dreams.

The fear paralyzes me.

It’s getting thin.

After all, what do I have to fear?

I’ve been broken, disappointed and abused by the ones I love the most.

I should not care about the opinions of strangers, and I don’t.

What is it then?

I fear that no one will want to listen to what I have to say,

that I won’t help others by writing my thoughts.

That I’m not relevant.

As always, the fear is useless.

I should fear nothing except myself.

I am the only one who can hurt me, but I’m done doing that.

I must break through this fear and act.

I’ve known failure.

It can’t hurt me.

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Published by Jessica Lasa

Hello! I am a wife, mom and writer. I write about things that I love and want to share with the world. My mission is to inspire beauty, creativity and growth.

7 thoughts on “Poetry: Fear

  1. Great poem. Fear really does get in the way of our quality of life. I wish I didn’t care about what others think of me, but I do, especially strangers. Stupid identity issues and anxiety disorders

    1. That is the thing, exactly! I’ve learned to brush off strangers but I really take to heart opinions of those who know me and we shouldn’t. GAD4LIFE! LOL. Thanks so much for stopping by! <3 <3

  2. Eye opener! Someone wise once told me why should it matter what they say or feel. Tamra it’s about you!

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