One kind of fear that exists in me 
Is that the next moment I won’t see 
That every second might be the last 
That my dear life would end so fast 
That I’ll too early be dead 
Is one thing I really dread. 
The second of my many fears 
Is that I won’t, no matter what, succeed 
Even if I live for many years 
That failure is a kind of life I’ll lead 
That I won’t make a tangible difference 
That my long life won’t make any sense… 
Another fear I diligently harbor 
Is that if I do find success’ door 
And I’m intelligent enough to open it 
And I’m lucky enough to enter it 
Will I let and help others come with me 
Will I create and open other doors freely… 
Yet another of my numerous fears is this 
Will my parents be able to say out loud, 
That truly I have made them proud 
Will they praise and cheer me with ease? 
Or will I be a mistake as their child 
Will I be one classified as bad and wild? 
My fears don’t end there 
If I succeed in helping others 
Will I be able to train my children? 
Will they be pillars amongst their brethren? 
Will I be among the successful fathers? 
This is just another fear… 
But the one fear that drowns all these 
The one that truly gives me peace 
One that I have harbored for years 
One that towers over my other fears 
The other fears are like kennels to me 
This one is like a sky scraper you see… 
It is the fear of the Almighty 
The One who created me 
As long as this fear doesn’t decrease 
I know the others won’t increase 
And if through my life it goes undiminished 
Then I do believe it is mission accomplished!!! 
proudly written by... R.j...
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