The Smell of Fear

You deny yourself

The humanity

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

Painted purple

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

Among friends.