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My knees feel the tension

I almost buckled 

My heart leapt from my throat 

I half cried and half chuckled

I told myself I had to start somewhere

And now is as any good of a time

So I closed my eyes and there I was

I took the chance

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Tears For Aleppo

I worry of what to wear

Yet there is a side in the world, somewhere 

Where they worry for their lives.
I listen to music,

They listen to bombings

Nowhere is safe

My heart breaks.
I watch the news

They watch their loved ones die

For them I cry

And pray for their sake.
I  shed tears and share a prayer

For Aleppo

I’m scared

Of falling again
Of maybe falling
And getting hurt

Of stumbling
Of cartwheeling

I want to get it right this time
But I can’t get my head straight

I am afraid
But more afraid of ignoring it

The night was silent

Not a soul in sight
Or so you think

Behind dark allies
A shadow is creeping
You’re on your guard
But you know something else is about to happen

The hairs on your nape stand on end
And you run for dear life
Not knowing what’s behind you

Maria Michaela

Thunder roared and I became deaf
I got so scared I have no courage left
It mocked me and played my fears
I hid under the sheets, tried to pocket my fears.

Rain was knocking at my window
It was trying to comfort me, I know
Softly it whispered a song
Told me everything’s alright,
Nothing is wrong

Lightning flashed, it saw my fearful face
I trembled uncontrollably on my small space
It reached for me, not sure if it was being friendly
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep serenely

Leave Behind

Time to let go
Close your eyes
Hold your breath
Take the leap
Leave your fears behind

The Fear That Grips You

It grips you and you wish to live without it

Yet it helps as well though we may not know it

I dwell unto this

It haunts me often

Make it go away

But it stays on anyway

This is how it thrives

The deepest pits of one’s soul

it lurks

Until such time, it will let its presence known

All Hallows

dark was the night, darker than nights past

a mist, a fog, crept slowly

and wrapped the town around its arms

 

cold was the wind that blew

colder than any wind that passed

everything was still

the silence was ghostly

 

the moon, full and yellow

an eerie feeling blanketed everything it saw

and there I stood at the cemetery

watching everything unfold

Angel Of My Nightmare

I run but I get nowhere

I hide yet they find me still

The ghouls and creatures that haunt my dream

are out to get me once again.

 

I hold my breath and say a prayer

For someone to come and save me

from this horrid place.

 

A light I see but I cannot move

For terror has kept me frozen solid

Then feathers white fall from nowhere

and suddenly I see

 

The one sent from heaven to save me

Creatures and monsters gone in an instant!

They cower at his sight

 

He comes when least I expect

The one I want to dream about

My angel in this dark and long nightmare

 

* A friend posted a status on Facebook and I got inspired to write a poem from it. Many thanks to Josh, inspiring friend’s without him knowing ^_^

 

Fear

There’s something about the full moon behind the clouds

something that creeps underneath your skin that gives you such fright

things you hear that go bump, bump, bump in the night

A noise of sort you know not from where it came

you look ’round but see none, you start to get chills

you start to get frightened and fear in your heart is filled

The cold night breeze doesn’t help at all

it only worsens the fear that’s building up inside

you walk faster, increasing your stride

Your heart beats faster as you hear rustling behind you

you turn around but see nothing

the fear of nothing envelopes you

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