A Look in the Mirror

I know not what I'm afraid of;
fear, success, a lovers caress?
To be patronized, ostracized,
to be left alone?

Must I give and let you take?
Allow my mind to sleep
so my soul should finally wake?
Of my heart I tender but a piece,
for peace is what I truly seek.

No more to wander as I wonder;
not again to surrender as I slumber.
To emerge imbued with sight beyond my own;
my self's plight removed from its throne.

I ask but a question,
a thought lost to the ether.
Gathered together, all of the above,
I, mostly, is what I am afraid of.