My second attempt at talking about fear, there’s quite a bit of similarity between this and the previous poem but I have tried to make this one more personal. Do you think it’s more relatable?
As a milestone birthday approached
The cacophony of voices around me grew louder.
Stories of all that people around me had achieved
And a willingness they had shown to follow a path with which everybody agreed.
Applause and cheer for sheep that followed the herd
And fear for those that seemed to want to carve a path of their own.
This world is not a kind place, I was told
Afraid I needed to be, more so because I was a girl wanting to go out there alone.
They asked me not, what I wanted
Or who I aspired to become.
But in the garb of love and concern
Nudged me to live a life they could understand.
Seeds of fear were sown in my mind
By those who had always held on to it with their dear life.
I wondered if my well-wishers were right
And the life I wanted to lead wrought of uncertainty and mountains I could not climb.
Youth was on my side
But so was fear that I now felt deep inside.
I was afraid of shattering the elaborate castles I had built in my mind
And of finding myself uninspired, exhausted and alone on dark winter nights.
I knew giving in to my fears would provide them the oxygen they needed to survive
And let them take over the reins of my life.
Fear is a demon created inside our mind
And perpetrated by those not ready to take a path they do not recognise.
To get to the place I yearn for I must embrace the uncertainty that is inherent to life
And walk through the dense clouds of fear and doubt.
Hold on I must, to faith in my abilities
And the belief that life favours the ones who choose to be brave.
Prepared I need to be, to fall down, to get bruised or even completely lose my way
But to not let fear cripple the bastions of my mind.
I might have to battle the demon of fear every day for a long time to come
But I cannot afford to let it become the obstacle to which I succumb.
To explore the realms of freedom
And traverse the difficult but stunning terrain of life
Courage, usually found hiding in the alleyways of our mind, I need to find.
The choice between fear and courage is mine to make
And I would rather fail and die than not try.
Let fear be the armour of sheep that wear it with pride
Let them be content with the grassland on which they reside
I was born to climb mountains, to fly into the unknown and to embrace the fullness of life.
Bring on the rain, the hail and the storm
Because I was not born to let their fear stop me from becoming the one that marches on
The one that goes on to live while the fearful ones dream on.