Writing Prompt: Dear Fear..
Dear Fear, There are days that I don’t think about you at all. You hide yourself well often appearing when I least expect it. I see you in my baby girl’s smiling eyes I hear you in her coos I feel you in her embrace I smell you in her scent, as I hold her tightly while she tugs gently on my face Knowing that she is secure in my arms But she is just a child, innocent to the devils that disguise themselves as love, protection, safety Because even those who say that love you still hurt you. Fear you consume me My life is no longer my own I belong to her and I am afraid that I won’t always be able to protect her to shield her to guard her when even in school she may not be safe I try to let you go But every day you return and every day I welcome you back in.