Fear

Balloons left behind like remnant memories
ghosts of hollowed smiles that will no longer retain present glories
What use is a Heaven that none may see?
What is proof of a Hell for earthly beings?
Why do we fear most what we can not touch?
Feelings, light, space, and such?

These fears we hold so dear,
Clinging to their seams, refusing to look in the mirror
We hide beneath a blanket of safety
Forbidding life's purity
Is this living or merely waking?
Why do I feel like its my own soul I've forsaken?

Looking to the fallen balloons,
I see the times under many moons
You and I danced and deeper into love fell
The way my hands to your skin you'd compel
But these are just memories, needed to be erased
Like my glass heart, harshly encased.

The fear itself that now cages this bird
Would release me if I could figure out the words
The song I wish to sing, catches my breath fast
your hand in mine would bring out the truth from the past
If only I could find the courage to ask
Instead of having to wear this mask

Dreams haunt me in the day
reminding me of the things I cannot say
At night your ghost shadows my bed
Rarely there is a moment that you are not in my head
Whispers laced through my ear
There's words spilling and falling, but is it you I hear?
Madness has plagued me for many seasons
Consistently you are the reason

Fear cages me still, these nights and days, minutes and seconds
Your heart has seemingly beckoned
But I cannot answer the call
No matter how bad I would like to give it all
Still Fear holds me in.