As a kid I had my fears,
Some, borne out of scenarios that brought me tears.
Each age came with its fears,
Some as figment of my imagination or what I hear.

I feared death because it took from me an irreplaceable treasure.
I feared failure because, it brought my family displeasure.
I feared love, because of the many heartbreaks of yesteryears
But, again, I feared having fears.

I fear poverty in my fatherhood,
The pain of watching my kids hunger without food.
I cringe at the thought of them walking same path I walked yesteryears,
Especially , being sent back from school for unpaid fees

My fears kept me on my toes,
And it became a friend and a good foe.
It prepared me for the battles yet to come.
And made me live like a man in a war front .

As I grew, Learning to question my fears,
By taking it to the court of faith to be judged by time.
I foundout that some of the things I fear most,
may never come during my time on Earth.
I was just fighting a battle that ends in the battlefield of my mind.
So now,I choose to feed my faith while starving my fears,
Ohuche, Joseph

A ballad!