I am afraid that I will do more harm than good
I am afraid that I will not remember my beginning, at my end
I am afraid of dying in the shadow of what I did not yet achieve
I am afraid of wasting my days waiting for my nights
I am afraid of how inarticulate I am
I am afraid that I don’t tell you I love you enough
I am more afraid of dying before my work is done
than I am of the amount of work that is ahead of me