Why are you scared? - Poem #9

It was a single question that came out of nowhere

He shook my hand and asked "why are you scared?" 

As if he is aware of the demons fighting to keep me blind

I tuned away embarrassed wishing for the moment to rewind 

Another chance to show him my bruised ego and sharp mind

I composed myself and concealed my fear as I turned back around

I could have easily let that moment get to me until I realized 

He was nothing but a messenger of the spirit for me to remember

to let go of that fear of acceptance and finally surrender

I can go on and on, but there are no more signs of my ego's splinters

Pearl x