Being Afraid

This is a poem written for my inspiration, a lovely soft spoken Scottish lady with a bright personality and special sparkle in her eye. She gave me back my self belief which let me form relationships again, and also directed my attention from big-picture overviews to the very small and the discovery of how things really work. Circumstance dictated that I had to let her head off on her own path and unfortunately I did no have the courage to share this at the time.

Being Afraid I’m not afraid of being alone, and having quite moments,

I’m afraid of having no one there beside me to share the magic times,

Or to show me things I may have missed along the way.

I’m not afraid of failing in anything that I do,

I’m afraid of having no one know that I tried my very best,

Or to pick me up and dust me off, and tell me all’s okay.

I’m not afraid of losing all my material things,

I’m afraid I’ll have no one there to lend their inspiration,

Most precious of all, it makes me like a king.

I’m not afraid to speak my mind even though I look a fool.

I’m afraid of having no one special there to hear,

When I say “I Love You”, “My Darling”, or “My Dear”.

I’m not afraid of dying, of going to my grave,

I’m afraid that I’ll have no one there to mourn,

No one to miss me when I’ve truly gone.

Yes, my very special friend it’s true,

I’m so very, very afraid

There’s not another anything like you.

For someone rather special - April 2004