The Becoming
There is a fear in my head
That makes blood boil and bones shiver
In the dead of night
I told it to leave
Yelling
Crucifying
Burning the remains
But you dwell within me
Still
Silent
Deadly
Waiting to strike…
Oh hunter
Merciless in the night
You were never kind
-But you never knew
You would bear such power
To the victim of your fate
To permit you to flow through veins
Constricting
Terrorizing
Agonizing…
Crying out in pain
To look you in your Devilish eye
with a smile-
To stand firm on the ground
To turn toward the path you have left and say-
“Only I remain”
-A warrior who has won the fight-
To become…
Undefeatable…
Oh, the beauty makes me shiver;
to be stripped of everything
To rise from the ashes
And become a god
I wrote this poem for the warriors who have fought, or who are currently fighting the monster of anxiety or fear. I have struggled with anxiety and debilitating panic in the past, and I am deeply inspired to connect with those warriors who are currently fighting. The light always wins. Peace, love, and POWER,
Saphya.
