SHUSH!

I love the trees

I love the air

But I am so scared

I am so so scared

That I would be tied to a strong tree

On a windy day being whipped by the branches of the trees

As a mob of lovers turned haters chant in agreement

I love the sun

I love the rain

But I am scared

I am scared out of my wits and senses

That I would be put on a stick-like bed facing the dim sun,

Being pulled by four hyenas

As the thunder strikes and the rains pour on me.

I love the cold

I love the heat

But I am scared

I am so scared

That I would be viewed on smooching metal wires on a hot fire

On a very cold day as carnivores salivate in anticipation.

I love to run

I love to trot

But I am scared

I am so scared in utter delusion

That I would be ridden like a horse, carrying many heavy goods

And being canned to go faster by a master who has no drop of compassion.

Stop using words to push me

Those meaningless blackmails are antiquated to me

Let me be in my queenly trance where fear only sits untouched.

By amoafowaa