Daria Doering

What should I do about editing my fears?

Perhaps I can delete them from my psyche.

Fear is really what’s going on with me.

Fear of the future leads to depression.

The fear pursues me, grabs hold of me.

The gnawing doubts finally envelop me.

It eats me up

And grinds me into little bits.

I can hold it off for awhile,

But then I have to give in

And fall screaming into this vat

Of horrible possibilities.

I have to envision the absolute worst,

And know that I could live through it.

So much for positive thinking.

I have to cry and wallow in self-pity.

Edit, click.  Delete, click.

But that’s not really how it works.

By feeling the fullness of my fear

It finally goes away.

By naming it, it loses its grip.