"I am Not Afraid"
#2 of Poetry, both old and new
Something I wrote to help with the anxiety of my first live poetry reading. I even went ahead and read it first. It's surprising when someone so anxious and socially awkward, like me, receives praise and words of encouragement. Some write to make money. Patreon, etc. Me? I just still write for the people, and if you like what I write, all I want is to hear your thoughts. Writing should be created for those who enjoy it, not purely for profit. "Art for Art's sake" , as it were
I Am not Afraid
By Ken Anderson, 15 March, 2019.
Ah, yeah, there it is...
It's been years; too long.
The memory has faded,
But the desire remains.
It's that feeling I've missed;
Such sweet, silent songs,
Such emotions debated,
No more clouds in my brain.
Just a painless, empty bliss.
I can smile, and fantasize,
And feel the warm sun's kiss
As I breathe and close my eyes.
Such a blanket never sewn,
Can bring me this warmth.
Confidence I've never known,
And some feeling of worth.
Finally, I belong!
I'm here! Can you see me?
Nothing's wrong; not now,
I can just stand here, and BE.
Tonight, when they hear me,
Their ears filled with wonder,
I shall stand and deliver,
And quiver no more.
I am here. I exist.
And I am not afraid.