Cassandra Jasmine

Rookie - 27 Points (United States of Awesomeness)

Fear


When I was little,
I thought that I knew what fear was.
I thought fear was me being afraid to be alone.
I thought it meant feeling insecure in my surroundings,
And I thought, it was my dislike for darkness.

Now I understand.
Fear; it isn't because of
Darkness, nor
Loneliness, nor
Insecurity.

One has nothing to fear.
Fright is just an emotional sentiment.
The only thing to fear, however,
Is fear, itself.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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  • Rookie - 14 Points Alookh (matin) (9/22/2013 12:22:00 PM)

    really true...The only thing to fear, however,
    Is fear, itself.
    great poem my dear frnd! ;) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 85 Points Death Silence (9/9/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    well said. we should try to know what is our fear? ? and let it be solve with no tear :) (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,908 Points Khairul Ahsan (9/8/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    An amazing poem this is! It's great to know you have identified what fear is and have overcome your childhood notion about fear.
    'One has nothing to fear.
    Fright is just an emotional sentiment.
    The only thing to fear, however,
    Is fear, itself.'
    These lines are quotable quotes. Fear comes from negative thoughts. We must be aware of negativity in life. (Report) Reply

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