I thought these troubles long forgotten

I thought myself as strong and brave.

But lately,

I've been feeling fearful

of what is lingering within.

No longer fear I of the dark,

no spiders faze me nor do ghosts.

Although

a simple concept of forgetting

is so much scarier than most.

Can I remember what it felt to fall?

My first, my second or my third time?

To taste? To hurt? To ache?

Each time repeated,

forever changed.

No longer fear I of the dead, nor angry. But GOD how scared I am that this

might be my first.