For the love of Fear

Fear is not a state of mind. Whoever told you that, was a liar.
Fear is the monster you were afraid of as a child, the one who hid under your bed in the middle of the night.
Fear is the the first time you let yourself go, fell in love only to crash and burn into ashes.
Fear is losing something you never knew you had.
Fear is the unexpected.
Fear is not a state of mind, in fact Fear is a curse from the forces that deliver bad luck.
Fear wraps its claws around the only remainder of sanity you have and amputates it from your body, limb for limb.
Fear is thinking you've finally won, when you know you're about to lose everything.
Fear is the one thing that may never be cured and the one disease we'll all suffer from.
Forever.

Waiting for the rain to come.

She was a flower seed that never had the chance to grow.
She knew her turn would come, but she waited in vain for the rain to fall.
All she wanted was to be washed with clean water, free from old soil and compost.
She wanted to grow tall, the way she ought to be.

She waited in fragile desperation for the little droplets of water to make their way from the cloudless skies.
The chains that were holding her into the earth were beginning to deteriorate; she was starting to lose her strength.

She longed for happiness that came with the sun.

But today gravity released her.
Today she felt freedom touch her crimson petals.
First they were soft gentle tears from the heavens, then gushes of overwhelming weeping from the forces of nature.

“When it rains it pours,” her mother used to say...

And she learned that to flourish, she had to open her eyes and then her heart.
She loved again.
She loved herself.
She became whole.

She knew she’d always be, a Rose.