My Maze of Fears

People think that I'm fearless:

for better or worse, I'm not sure.

 

But at night, safe under the stars,

 

my fears swirl around me.

 

They curve and dance and intertwine before my eyes

 

in the most beautiful and terrifying way.

 

I fear that I'll believe in the wrong people, the wrong virtues.

 

I fear that people will see my imperfection as a mistake.

I fear that I'll let myself and others down.

 

But now, sitting beneath the safety of the stars

 

at the center of my maze of fears,

life no longer matters, yet it matters more than ever.

 

Because I am nothing

 

without my fears.

Robyn Ronitsky