Tree

Fear is 

on my surface,

visible 

and dancing

like a kid

with an ice-cream
on a summer afternoon.

they see

my ears,

my nose,

my cheeks,

my eyes...

my body...

my fear-

it's a 

permanent resident. 

i wonder 

where it stems

from; what makes 

it sit 

so deep

in me,

on me,

with me,

and

besides me; what are

its roots.

reflection of 

my past gives 

me lot to 

visualize, but

not the 

root. 

did one experience

add up? 

or

two? 

or more

than two, 

that i became

a being 

of fear? 

oh, this vulnerability

is so evident

to 

the world.

will it make 

use of it

and 

cut me down

to pieces? 

if it does,

i am sure

it'll start

with the 

root.        

-

2018