The Smell of Fear
You deny yourself
That you allow everyone else
And you suffer for it.
You bring cartloads
Of baggage that you swear you are over
But their weight drags you down
Into the deepest part of yourself.
It is murky there
And it smells like sadness.
It is where your childhood lies.
In a dreary room
With dated wallpaper border
And the smell of fear.
You are not alone in this life
As you thought you were as child.
So many of us have walked along
The cold pavement of our former selves
Only to find ourselves