just experienced the death of my father. It was suddenly and unexpectedly. Now
I fear my beloved ones could die at any time, without letting me to say how
much I love them.
--Mina, Female, Argentina
afraid about dead and become old. Sometimes I have this nightmare: I dream that
I must to climb a high wall. (excuse my poor english).
--Cecilia, Female, Argentina
i am afraid not to able of writing a poem;
my young fears of getting no love,
on having yours, dissapeared.
of losing you , i was scared
and when it happened
i also died, so now , tell me , dear
what next?, i know the worst
what else could i fear?
--Marta, Female, Argentina
to feel happy ever again by surprising at little things
--Marta, Female, Argentina
fear fear, as itīs the cause of many things that threaten human beings: war,
crimes, corruption...Instead of opening up, it seems like human beings act violently
when they fear something.
--Karina, Female, Argentina
don't think I'm afraid of just one issue in my life.There are many fears that
I can daily deal with. There is one thing that really scares me.I'm afraid I'm
not the only one. My biggest fear... That from now until the day I die nobody
will fall in love or want to spend his life with me. Relationships are so difficult
to bare.There are as many trues as souls in this world. I really want to be
loved again.Because I was twice... I want to feel that again.I just can't stand
being lonely anymore. I don't think life is worthit if there's nobody by my
side to share ups and downs.
--Glamoura, Female, Argentina
I am afraid of not being able to do all the things that came to my mind when
I think about my future
--Alejandro, Male, Argentina
the things you named but I see them in a different way than you expressed. Loneliness
and not being cared about and invisibility - they are all the same thing, are
they not? Invisibility can actually be a good thing - I often fear being exposed
more - for my limitations, but also a fear exposing myself will somehow mean
my death. As long as I keep my soul within me, it is alive in one way, though
dead to the world. But when I expose it, it seems to lose its connection with
its source and is all of a sudden the world's property to judge and shape and
whatnot. Thus I fear being creative, while also fearing being seen as a dead
object for others to use, esp. men, as a piece of meat. I guess I want people
to know I am sentient and I don't want to produce anything for their consumption.
My overprotective mother also seemed to consume and own anything I produced,
so it's not just men, but they certainly confirm this fear out of their own
fear of me as woman/mother owning them. The less I am the more they are. But
they do this to each other too so I don't know.
--Wannabe, Female, Argentina