I am afraid of those yellow eyes in the background, looking at me, hoping I will defeat.
I am afraid to be misunderstood and to be left alone in a cold corner of my life without my voice to speak.
I am afraid people will judge me and shake their heads seeing who I am.
I am afraid of walking a lot without reaching any target.
I am afraid to dance on my own forever.
I am afraid I will spend my life not shining enough, wasting my youth and my voice.
I am afraid to absorb external negativity as I have never seen so much darkness in people.
I am afraid there won’t be a place to find peace in this world.
And so on.
And now I am brave…
Everytime I keep walking in the forest in the middle of the yellow eyes.
Everytime I give up any nonsense discussion, giving my voice only to who deserves it.
Everytime I am who I am, without imposing my presence to people who judge easily and blindly.
Everytime I tell myself to forget about the target and to enjoy the journey.
Everytime I dance on my own because anyway I can still dance.
Everytime I let my light go, telling myself to not plan any when or how.
Everytime I decide that dark shadow is not me.
Everytime I build peace in myself because I am the place.