My dear fear,
you have always been there, I could see you in the brink of my eye, you came in to fill a hole in me, a very big hole, until I thought you were me.
But I got to know the real me recently, I found the missing piece, me, myself, and I cut you out, I needed the space for the real me. I cut you out and sent you where you belong. Into a corner, on a chair. Where you have to be quiet and still and you are not allowed to move towards me unless I ask you to. To make sure that you won`t come and grab me again, I cut of your arm that used to grab me. I leave you there, in the shadow where you belong, I leave the room. I filled the space inside me with the real me, a new me, the biggest part of me.
And this part, this real me is strong enough to never let you back in. I Keep the knife I cut your arm off with me, in case you try again to oppress me.
What’s your experience?