Afraid to Move
by Miranda Edwards
I once lived with too many fears,
so I learned to live without them.
To be fearless was my mantra,
as I drove down road after road,
through backwood and deserted world,
trying to erase the memories of what
I did do and what I never did.
The yellow line splits the road in two.
I am caught between the two directions
of my intentions, I am caught between
bravery and cowardice. Which one should I-
could I- be? One or the other.
Should I stop for help or just continue driving?
You tell me to be fearful, but never be afraid,
that it’s okay to be human, and feel either way.
And finally I feel at home, with one leg over that fence.
And to not feel alone, I view the world with two pairs of eyes,
the ones that are scared, and the ones that dare not be.