Drafts of the girl - #18 So much love to give

I hope, one day, 

I can love back as much as I'm being loved. 

I've begin to wonder, Am I lucky?  

Beautiful flowers, ceaseless drives, countless chais, karaoke nights, sturdy shoulders, dance days - And just like that love has wrapped me around in it's warm embrace. 

I shall not jinx it, for it's a rather beautiful, rather rare. 

But I do fear sometimes, what if I am not worthy of this love that's embracing me. I also fear what shall I present back in return? How worthy am I to give back love? And If I let love flow from me, will it be embraced?

I have so much love in my heart, somewhere hidden in the dark well, where light shall not enter. 

I can feel it's presence, afraid to make itself known for the world has abandoned it in the past. Times change, leaves wither and snow melts. But my fear stays eternal as the blue sky. 

Fear is a demon. A demon that holds you back in weighted iron chains of nothingness. A mirage caused by pain, insecurities, and pride. 

Fear holds back my love. In essence, holds me back.

And I, one day, hope to break the chains free and love, for I am alive.

- Athena