When I was little, I used to crawl under my bed
I would hide there from it. For years Fear couldn’t find me.
But when I turned 10, the space became too small.
So I hid inside my closet and hoped Fear won't find me.
I was too naïve, for Fear found its way into my secret hiding place.
I needed to flee somewhere far away, so when I turned 20
I hopped on a plane and crossed an ocean on the way,
I finally found that one place where Fear couldn't touch me.
Still Fear found me... There was nothing I could do but give in.
I couldn't fight, I never learned how to.
My surrender was embarrassing and the humiliation still lingers in my mind.
I have grown since then, learned a few things about Fear.
So this time around if fear came looking,
I will be waiting.