We are Afraid

We are afraid of letting go.

We are afraid that one day through our work the closed eyes of forgiveness will open up to let us know our hope has been lost as we try to remember how to coup and where we are. That we still have a job left to fulfill. It never ends.

We are afraid of the dark

and the day that created it.

We are afraid of all there is to fear.

We are afraid that tomorrow we’ll take today seriously;

and we’ll look bad and have to sallow all we have left with it getting caught for a second before sliding away. That tomorrow, when we aren’t in the moment, we’ll be forced the reality of sadness of today. The day past too late has passed and the moment of realization awaits like a fist hanging above your dazed head in a fight. Pleasurably awaiting impact as you flash through a moment in less than a second remember what lead you there why you can’t be forgiven.

We are afraid of the only part of us that withstands fear, an emotion that is exempt from emotions.

We are afraid of what we regret and that that makes us sad.

We are afraid of realization.

We are afraid it is too late.