What We Fear The Most

What we fear the most:
The depths of our underworld.
Our own weakest spot.
That which lies within our soul.
That which haunts us in our dreams.

What we fear the most:
Is part of our legacy.
It is who we are.
Our royal inheritance.
Yet that which we would deny.

What we fear the most:
Gives us sensibilities.
Powers yet unknown.
To rise from fallen angels.
And soar with wings of freedom.

What we fear the most:
What we keep to be hidden.
Is to know ourselves.
Of ancient composition.
Emerging from our darkness.

What we fear the most:
Is not fear itself — but us.
The us we bury.
The us that wants to know us.
Who courts us in our nightmares.

What we fear the most:
Is kinship with ourselves.
That we would deny.
And keep at bay from knowing.
From fear of knowing ourselves.

What we fear the most:
Our cavernous underworld.
Is where we come from.
And where we sometimes visit.
In the cover of darkness.

What we fear the most:
Yet what gives us liberty.
To come face-to-face.
And confront our heritage.
Withal, to gain our freedom.

What we fear the most:
What we all need to admit.
Is our ignorance.
The ignorance of darkness.
As bearers of our own light.

What we fear the most:
The broken parts of psyche.
Return to wholeness.
To find cathartic healing.
To embrace the Self within.