the little girl was afraid
of darkness
of ghosts
of death
of space
she grew and she learned
learned to read
learned to dream
learned to be afraid of judgement and betrayal
afraid of being second best
she wanted to grow things
trees and flowers and long hair
she wanted to grow wings
it only worked in dreams
she grew and she learned
learned to rely on herself
learned not to trust
to not turn her back
to not show her tears
she wanted to create
to write words that would stick
in hearts and minds
but by that time she was fluent in being afraid
of not being good enough
she learned to take care of herself and others
mostly others
they always came first
there was always someone to save
she kept dreaming
but she stopped flying in her dreams
she grew and she learned
that things are not what they seem
and people aren’t either
every lesson brought a new scar
the fears changed
transformed
evolved
she learned to be afraid of wasting time
time was never enough
just like her
she grew and she learned
to be afraid of never actually growing
of being stuck like a moth in amber
while life passes by laughing at her
the girl had her own kids now
so she learned to be oh so afraid
for them
every
single
day
but she also finally learned to say no
at least sometimes
courage felt intoxicating
bubbling in her veins
almost
giving
her
wings
again
she never liked what she saw in the mirror
but every day she learned
to keep that eye contact
a bit longer
until one day
she didn’t turn away
she looked at the reflection
and said
now I need to learn
how to stop being afraid
