What Are You Afraid Of?
Fear can feel like an ocean: vast, tidal, and difficult to name. This poem gives that inner landscape a shoreline.
Where do I begin
to describe,
this sea with no end?
All these years,
and all these tears
have led to this
huge sea of fears.
This ocean I have cried,
waxes and wanes
with its moonlit tide,
bringing in present pain
from demons of anxiety
is all I gain.
It slowly subsides
and I can breathe,
only to come back
like a den of thieves.
Gnashing at my soul
like a hungry demon,
these fears are relentless
in the darkness of my prison.
This is some of the price I pay,
and the Cross I must bear,
that very few know
and even fewer care.
The Metaphor Beneath the Water
The sea becomes a psychological metaphor for fear itself: it rises, retreats, and returns. The moonlit tide suggests forces that are not always visible but still exert influence. Philosophically, the poem asks what it means to carry an interior burden that others may never fully see.
