Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

The hard part about making a decision isn't making it...it's living with it.

Even a wee bit of light is sufficient to dispel the dark...it's the same with thoughts...A little bit of positivity is enough to counter negative thoughts.

The only thing that scares me about love is that you're always haunted with this fear of losing your loved one...
How will I face a situation?
How will I react?
Will I be able to accept the harsh reality?
How will I live with this sense of loss?
Will I be able to move on?
Questions like these often torment my mind
Sometimes I wonder perhaps I'm being a bit of an over thinker
But everytime I think of this...
...i can feel a strange shiver run through my soul
My breathing gets heavy
My heart starts pounding...
...and tears stream down my face
The very thought of losing someone close to me literally chokes me
But I know it's a reality just like all I too must face
I just wonder as to how I will face it...

Don't stress over what you can't control...you're only wasting time and energy. I know it's easier said than done but the more you keep thinking about the uncontrollable elements of your life...the more you will hamper the controllable parts of your life.