Tempest Fear

Tempest Fear

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Often I am my own corruption,

allowing doubt to cloud my course,

the incessant voices of doom,

echoing in my skull.

Fear dislodges good intention,

like a dam bursting,

unleashing plans in torrents,

too powerful to harness.

In moments

my will is decimated,

stripped bare,

all because of fear,

of failure.

How do I succumb

to such intangible probability,

a vague outcome of a bad dream?

When reality is mine to create,

without the dark whispers of folly,

the trickery of my shadow brother.

How do I choose,

the waste of failure,

because of indemnity,

the steps not taken.

When success is all I want,

how can I wear fear,

my doubts a crimson cape,

and I in shadow,

bowing to a dark master.

My storms are mine alone,

my internal conflict,

choices skewed,

irrational reticence

to live.

Learn I must,

from these deep lost discrepancies,

of my doubts.

For they are my weakest

implements of change,

my misguided paths,

ready to lead me

from myself.

Let recognition save me.