A letter to fear

Someone wrote…

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?

And what are you thinking about gender right now?

Posted by on February 20th, 2014 at 08:00 am

Category: your voice One comment »

One Response to “A letter to fear”

  1. Anonymous

    -claps in joyous praise-


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