#WritcoStoryPrompt39
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
My mother used to ask me that question,and here I was faced with this exact problem.
Fears are a trick of the mind,and running from them means inviting yourself to play more mind games.
My dreams became my nightmares,and my nightmares my reality.
A reality I cannot escape.
There is no middle ground when it comes to facing fears.
You either live with it,run from it or slay it.
Facing fears is hard,just the thought alone is scary.
I've lived the past two years running from a fear that I cannot conquer.
Hiding from it,not knowing that I was slowly being eaten up and consumed by my paranoia.
No matter how hard I try,and how far I run,my fears will always catch up to me.
They will always win,they say you can run,but you cannot hide.
When one keeps running from fears,one misses out from life.
Mother died from her fear of the dark, father ran mad from his fear of heights.
My fear is being alone.
Without anyone to stay,my fear has eaten me up,tapped my life away.
Escaping it proved futile,there was alone one other alternative.
It is hard arising from fear,hard to ascend from our weakest moments,and to emerge as a new person.
Unafraid.
Enough of the mind games,enough of the tricks.
Enough of missing out on life, dreams are meant to come true.
But nightmares are also apart of life,the only difference is that we live out our dreams,and kill our nightmare.
Without a nightmare there can be no dream to look forward to.
© Daniella