Written after the thought came to me that I was becoming like my mother.
|I fear the god who judges
The motives of my heart.
I fear the assumptions of others
Who always see the outside but never look beneath the surface.
I fear the disappointment of my children
Who believe the lie I’ve always told.
I fear the loneliness I crave.
I fear the freedom I long for.
I fear the truth
That I have become the coward
I always accused my mother of being.