PAD Challenge Day 23: pHoBiA

PAD Challenge Day 23: Write a fear poem.

pHoBiA

I fear telling you my fears.

You might laugh into tears.

Everything seems funny today.

People's pain, illness, struggles, lost, even their foul play.

I fear writing this poem. 

Fear that my pen would 

die before the words are born.

Fear I might get overwhelmed and cry 

just thinking about my fears having more life than I.

I fear sitting still or sleeping too long; 

Seems too close to comforting death.

I fear going blind; 

Limited chances to see my last dream come alive.

I fear going deaf; 

Mute to the sounds of music, ocean's waves or my own breath.

I fear growing old alone.

No holy matrimony; 

A pledge of allegiance to my soulmate. 

No extended legacies; 

Strong gemstones like an Onyx and Diamond 

running through my home 

for me to feed them 

the wisdom I'd inherited 

and the knowledge I've obtained.

I fear tomorrow if I don't attempt to do better than today.

I fear time because it's always ticking and tocking away.

I fear I may lose my memory.

I fear I may lose my heart as my prettiest accessory.

I fear to wake up and not have anymore fight left in me.

I fear I may lose my breath for being 

black, a woman, plus size, intelligent--

a quadruple threat or anything they may picture me less of.

But the greatest of all these things,

I fear God above.

D'ElegantOne