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I Breathe Fear

My once close-friend and ever-near companion.
I let fear linger on after the lights dimmed;
It chased away both my sleep and my dreams.
I let fear control me in the name of caution,
And it won.
I trusted my fears over God's words.
I let fear rule my reality.

It happens to all of us.
But maybe to those who fear the most?
But why does it always seem unique to me?
Why is my loss harder to bear?
Why can't I find the breath to smile?

Empty feelings are still emotions.
I've tried to kill them, to pretend I didn't feel them.
But empty feelings are dark, alone, depressed.
They are worse than feelings.
To ignore my tears is to not find hope.
It's OK to grieve.
It's OK to want to scream.
It's OK to heal, to learn to smile again.
It's OK to cry every night;
For a little while, I'll shed my tears.

It happens eventually, if I'll allow it inside my heart.
Healing is a choice to forgive the past;
it starts inside my mind,
when I allow God to dwell inside.
I don't forget, I learn and live.
Life happens and I smile.
Fear, my old enemy, is gone.
I love those that hate me.

I no longer fear.
I live in reality.
I embrace what may come;
Good or bad, sweet or ugly.
I forget my stress, I love the failed plans;
I cling to God's peace.

I say no to fear.
I live anyways.
I smile at everyone.
I seek no one's approval.
I let God redesign my dreams.
I breathe peace.

Just some old thoughts I found hid in a draft. So I arranged them into this . . . enjoy ;D 

And my cousin, Rakayle, has started a blog, A Story Detective, a place to post about her mysteries and writing endeavors. So do make sure to check out and follow!


  1. I like what you said about God redesigning our dreams! :)

    1. Thanks! It's so true though, if we allow Him to do so!

  2. Wow this is beautiful <3 And relatable. And really vivid. Love your writing :)

    1. Thanks so much! And thanks for visiting my blog :)

  3. This poem put into words a journey that I've gone through did a wonderful job writing this, Keturah!

    1. Well, I'm sad you had to experience some of that first stuff - but glad you were able to relate. Thanks :)

  4. Love this! Such an incredible poem and reminder! I needed it today. :)



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