I read your letter, child.
And I think you’re just afraid.
Afraid
of being seen with
and being seen by.
Afraid
Of starting off too early and starting off too late
Of moving on too early and moving on too late.
Afraid
Of being ridiculed as you go through the process
Of being talked about
Or seen as imperfect.
You’re afraid
Of conflict
Of non-assimilation
And also even of acceptance.
You’re afraid
Of good people (do I deserve them?)
And then of bad people (I don’t deserve them!).
Afraid of light
And of darkness too.
Afraid of speaking your mind
And lifting your voice
Of asking for help
Or asking for more.
Afraid to live
and still afraid to die.
Child, you’re made of the substance
of all that is and all that will be
you’re afraid of everything..?
I wish you knew
that every mass and motion in this universe was
subject to you;
and that they all are afraid of you.
