My Fears

I’m afraid of being left behind
in the wake of my love
for you

I’m afraid to love,
for fear it might not be
reciprocated

I’m afraid to let you see me
in all my humanness
in case my humanness
is ugly

I’m afraid I’m not lovable
like everyone else
seems to be

I feel I’m afraid to be
who I’m meant to be
in fear of the responsibility
it takes to be me

~*~
06/2008

Copyright © 2008 Brenda Barnhart

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