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Fear's Embrace, Freedom's Choice

  • Writer: Maitha Alhabtari
    Maitha Alhabtari
  • Sep 24, 2023
  • 1 min read

Delusions, illusions, and misfortune

In the tangled web of human hearts, a paradox unfolds,

A tale of attachment and fear, in emotions we behold.

A dance of contradiction, a struggle to break free,

From the one who's wronged, yet keeps a hold on thee.

Oh, the fear of attachment, a whisper in the night,

A haunting specter of past wounds, a flicker of fading light.

A hand once trusted, now a source of pain and doubt,

Yet still, a yearning lingers, what's this twisted route?

The heart, a fragile tapestry, woven with threads of hope,

Bound to those who've hurt us, a tangled, intricate rope.

The fear of attachment, it's like a silent plea,

To guard the soul's fragile sanctuary, to keep the heartache at bay.

But let us not forget, there's another side to see,

A realm beyond the hurt, a world of possibilities.

For sometimes, in the breaking, new doors begin to crack,

Opportunities once hidden, start to pave a brighter track.

Yet, the fear of the unknown, it grips us like a vice,

Whispering of loneliness, of paying too great a price.

To sever ties, to step away, from what's familiar, though flawed,

A choice that seems impossible, a path that's deeply gnawed.

Can we find the courage to break free, to rise above the past,

To embrace the uncertainty, despite the shadows it might cast?

For in the fear of attachment, and the fear of letting go,

Lies the chance to redefine ourselves, to let our spirits grow.

So let us be both cautious and brave, in this complex dance we tread,

Navigating the labyrinth of emotions, where hope and doubt are wed.

For in the depths of contradiction, in the struggle to break free,

We discover the strength to heal, to reclaim our destiny.

 
 
 

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