Scared

of life

who ever heard of that.

Why not of death

or screaming radio hosts.

Of life,

how ridiculous

and yet

to talk

to walk

to stand

tall or small

I am afraid.

I hide in my seashell

listening to the sea

where I hope

to be free

but I am

imprisoned

by my own fear

the key to my chains

dangling rusty in my heart

every day a battle

to unlock them

and as if by magic

the next morning

they are tied and fast

heavy around myself.

The seashell, my refuge.

My eyes do not look beyond

the caged windows,

only inside

where I can hide.

@EvB

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