I am scared..

Am I scared or not? What would be the right answer, even I don’t know? Sometimes I ask this question several times and every time I got the same answers. I am not scared, because I consider myself very brave but sometimes I do. Not because of anything, but because of losing myself somewhere.

I am not scared of the darkness; I believe just because of it I will get a chance to see the beautiful morning again,

But sometimes I have found morning bride came along with darker attire, and brightness of the day can be easily washed away with rain,

I am scared to imagine having that morning in my life which is still not mine, but I can feel its pain,

I am not scared to walk along on empty streets because I believe empty streets and my life have the same destination,

But what would happen, when someone else would acquire those empty streets for their desires,

I am scared to share my destination, because it seems like there is nothing left, and someone has kept everything on fire,

I am not scared to have a white canvas for myself; because I believe then I will have more options to fill my own colors,

But sometimes it’s hard to choose colors, because few can enhance its beauty like stars, but few ones can condemn its purity,

I am scared to imagine that bad picture because once it is made no one can re-paint it again, and I don’t want to lose its integrity,

I am not scared to hide anything because I believe accepting the truth is an only way to choose the right path in your life,

But sometimes truth has more bitterness than anything and it will take everything away from you,

I am scared to have that truth one day, because I know myself I will accept the truth; It does not matter how much it would cost me but I will cry too and that is true,

I am not scared of losing things; because I believe to add more new things in life, it is necessary to forget about few old things,

But sometimes it would become misery when you have to replace your whole life with something new,

I am scared of losing myself in that life, in that case I will have reason to move on but I will always miss that music that I wanted to sing.