Yes I am scared

   Starving to write. The words beckon
to be heard. Daring little paths as the
hand shakes. Darkened for a minute.

    The breath holds upon hope. My
eyes light up one more day.  The struggle
finds a leap. The next step.

    Each squiggle dares to destroy the
determination but I stand firm.
Clinging to the brave moment.

    My hopes. My dreams. My tears.
Holding tight as the uncertainty
finds me scared. Yes I am scared.

   Still with each letter I strive to
straighten the spirit. Holding the
spine, the soul upright.

    Yes, I am scared. Losing. Falling.
Dare I seem brave. Just watch me
break. Just look at my baby blues,
the stained cheeks of red. Just look -
I need help, your support.

    Tired. Not quitting. Just holding
upon "me". Let me lean into you.
Let me breathe in your love. Just hold
me.

   Yes I am scared. Yet I am capable
of being so strong. Today I am weak.
Today I can break. Today I am scared.

    Please just hold me, tightly.
        Even if I am just a memory.
             Please just hold me until I am
   no longer scared. I am carefree.