Hovering Fear
I look into the mirror and see a shadow hovering over me.
I turn around to check but it was gone already.
Back and forth I look at the mirror, but now the dark cloud is gone;
This happens all the time, but I still have the same reaction.
What is this darkness hovering over me?
Do I carry that much light that I need a storm cloud
Waiting for every chance to attack?
How important I must be that I get my own curse!
What power could my life alone hold?
I’m not sure yet, but I have to find out soon;
‘cuz this shadows been stalking over me
For as long as I can remember.
I used to think the voice yelling
All my faults and weaknesses at me was my own;
Maybe even God. Now I know that it was just my fear cloud
Hovering overhead waiting for the perfect chance to block my sunlight.
I see it most when I am going through hard times in my life,
It’s as if there is an actual manifested version of my fears
Following me around taunting me every chance it gets.
Sometimes I give it no notice, even laugh at its distaste;
But he always comes back, darker, stormier, and
With more weapons ready to be used on me.
March 14th, 2016
