I lived a life of fear. Fear of losing you, or me; fear of losing me in you.
That fear became my religion, my faith.
I believed that being cautious will save you or perhaps me of you and me. I was afraid even to breathe, not to breathe or blow you away!
I was afraid I couldn’t do things, I can’t love or be loved, I can’t heal or create. These were the lies I told myself to keep the fear burning and growing.
The truth is that I healed so many wounds so many times. I did million of things, things only the bravest heroes do. I loved, caressed, and cared for me and other humans so many times I can’t even remember. I created and crafted so many dreams and wishes in unimaginable shapes and forms.
The difference between the lie and the truth is just the focus—two sides of the same coin.
I was, in fact, afraid of loneliness, of being solely in my presence. Running of me, I saw the chimera you were, a figment of my wildest dreams igniting so I can learn to be brave, together or alone; a brave and loving girl with a loving and brave heart!
Mihaela Stancu wrote this poem, and it has all rights reserved.
(© Mihaela Stancu, published June 2020)