Go Away

Newness,—

The thing we all hate but need.

The thing that carries fear in her breasts and ask us to desire her.

The thing that trickles softly across our fingertips of emotions,

Breathing heavily into our current state of mind.

Approaches—my future as if she owns it. Knows it.

I am lost,—

Am I talking about newness or fear because one has a purpose while the other carries pain masked in purpose?

One gives new light to Jesus’ gift of new life, while the other hides in darkness, acting as a mirror, projecting the light within me acting as a friend only a foe—glistening in my tears.

Fear has no place.

Its subjectiveness makes it dangerous to my past, which follows my future.

Go away, newness! The little girl inside me desperately calls! Go away!