A Tryst With My Fears

The Sun is setting, dusk is nigh,

The scarlet sky beckons something deep within me,

What awaits me as night falls? What future will I witness?

I contemplate the possibilities, as I sigh,

Will I be elsewhere: On a mountain top or out in the open sea,

I do not know what the future holds, yet why does it make me so listless...

Maybe I am misinterpreting, maybe it is just fatigue,

 An affinity to being emotionally unrequited, this fear is not new. Actually, I have felt it before,

How to stop the trepidation of feeling again: What you have already felt in days past,

This emotional intricacy is arduous to navigate, fomenting such intrigue,

Such psychological turmoil, this emotional friction brings, which I abhor,

This leap of faith is too much to bear, the emotional whiplash is often too vast;

Having said and felt everything that the preceding lines convey,

I smile. I smile because this time the fear is not what it was,

I have been through storms and jungles wild, that hath tested me and broken spirit,

Yet this time I am rugged and wary, in the currents of this dive, I control the sway,

My battles with my fears do not end here, for to think is to be afraid & to act, fear is the cause,

For how can you be brave, if you are not afraid? Courage is not lack of fear, but the conquest of it;

We do not give fear enough credit, it keeps us on our toes,

Every journey is different, yet the traveller is the same, but are you?

The experience makes you grow, in the truest sense of things, you become wiser,

Wise enough to face your darkness: Those parts of you that accept defeat, they are your true foes,

Rile up your senses, this battle is far from over, do not give into your fears or else you shall rue,

Embrace your darkness for the shadow is proof of the light, for only can you, yourself decipher.