Fears

I am scared.
I'm afraid of hurting my feet.
I'm afraid of having back pain.
I'm afraid of being cold.
I'm afraid of being hot.
I'm afraid of being soaked by the driving rain.
But I'm going anyway to
Saint-Jacques de Compostela.
I'm afraid of 800 kilometers.
I'm afraid to be incapable.
I'm afraid I do not have physical strength.
I'm afraid I do not have the mental strength.
I am afraid of fatigue.
But I'm going anyway to
Santiago de Compostela.
I'm afraid of what I'm going to look like without my hair dryer.
I'm afraid of snorings that keeps me from sleeping.
I am afraid of discomfort.
I'm afraid to sleep outside with all my bulbs.
I am afraid of darkness if I do not arrive at the gite on time.
But I'm going anyway to
Santiago de Compostela.
I'm afraid of failing, never to see this beautiful cathedral.
I'm afraid of dogs on the way.
I'm afraid of being alone.
I'm afraid of losing my way.
I'm afraid I'm missing something.
But I'm going anyway to
Santiago de Compostela.
I'm afraid I do not have the right shoes.
I am afraid of what could happen to me.
I'm afraid my backpack is too heavy.
I'm afraid all my fears are even heavier.
I am afraid of knowing what I have left if I empty myself of all these fears.
But I'm going anyway to
Santaigo de Compostela.
I'm scared of being scared.
But I would have try anyway on the way to Compostela.

Linda Magher
avril 2006