Fear

The fear that grips us

Is terrifying, not just in magnitude 

But in its frequency as well

The cold, scaly hands of terror

Grips us for most our life

Like a chain that holds back a dog

Fear is like pouring icy water on your head

On a cold winter morning 

It leaves you shivering and helpless

The fear of authority silences us

Like a whip crashing on a dog

Cutting across its flesh 

Because it barks too loud 

The fear of isolation and ostracisation 

Of being called a freak and made fun of

Holds the rebel in us back

Forcefully pushing us into the majority 

The fear of failure 

Might help us excel in any field

But also stops us from exploring new ones

It is fear that acts as the driving force 

In our life, coupled with desire 

Almost all our decisions are based on them

But very often fear wins over desire

The fear of shattering a carefully built social image

And of incurring the wrath of majority

Might stop a person from marrying someone they love

Faith is sold with the fear of hell

We obey and do ‘good’ out of fear itself 

Fear accompanies us throughout our life

Like a shadow that you can’t get rid of

For where there is light, there will be one

We do not let the light enter us after all…

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7 thoughts on “Fear

  1. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. It feels like we are conditioned to fear from birth. Eat healthy or you’ll get this disease or that ailment, get good grades or you won’t get into a good college, go to church or you’ll go to hell and the list goes on. I don’t want to live my whole life in fear.

    Great poem. Very relatable.

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