I hate feeling unsure and helpless to do anything about it. Doubts creep in and cause me to question things I had been so sure of. It's so hard to confront it head on when all I want to do is run from it. How long do I wait? I just don't know what to do.
Heart pounds
To the sound coming after me
Step back
What is that?
It's a mystery
Is it something
Probably nothing
Still I find to scare myself
'Till I remember
This all feels familiar
And I know better
They are only paper tigers following me
In the wild imagination of the make believe
And there's a fighter, a survivor, arising in me
I'm not afraid of paper tigers
Night brings creepy things
And I hide away
False fears disappear
In the light of day
The sun is rising
I'm realizing
The only thing to fear is fear itself
Now I am certain
That my beast of burden
Isn't worth a worry
...I'm not afraid
And I won't run away from paper tigers
I want you to know that waiting isn't the hard part, that I can do. It's the uncertainty that scares me the most.
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