What are you afraid of?
That they’ll see right through you? See through your farce? Your vain bid for importance?
That no amount of effort will surmount the appraisal of your surface? Or insubstantialize your many failures and shortcomings? (In fact, make them all the more obvious.) That you will be deserving of neither attention nor respect, but ridicule and rejection instead.
What if that which you fear most is already here? Consistently here.
Would you simply accept it? Would you stop fighting?
At what point does falling unseen become ceasing to exist?
Or would you rise up taller, stronger, bolder than ever?
After all, there must be ashes.
Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2018.