By J. Estelle Newlin
That has clung around my soul.
I hate the sickening feeling it gives me,
As my stomache gives another roll.
I hate being afraid of the shadows,
Or dread hearing the talk.
I am afraid of running into you around a corner,
I hate it so much I cannot walk.
It;s hard to breath when I am surrounded,
By this icy cloud of fear.
It's hard to think about anything,
Except running away from here.
I want this feeling to end so badly,
I would give up all that I have to stop it.
I cannot take the pressure anymore,
It's making me loose the real me.
If this fear continues to plague me,
I will loose the one I need most.
I need for her to embrace me,
I need her to stop acting a ghost.
Wake up little girl,
Stand up and help me through it.
Be strong little girl,
Because together we can beat this.
We can beat the fear,
All we need to do is fight it.
Take my hand darling,
Through your protests I know you need it.
We are one this girl and I,
And we need to stand up before we are swallowed..
By that rolling, deadly tide.
We cannot allow ourselves to be hollowed.
Let that Icy feeling go,
Lets find the courage to stand up and fight it.
Fear doesn't have to be a part of us,
If we fight we can overcome it.
(copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)