Katsaridaphobia is the fear of
finding a roach in your silverware drawer.
You’ve got no idea how it got there,
or why all the traps you’ve put out
aren’t luring them in,
but now you wash everything
before you use it because you can’t
look at the drawer without seeing
that wriggling black spot scamper
across your eating utensils, take out menus, and unused chopsticks.
Peniaphobia is the fear of
an unexpected rent increase
at just the wrong time.
You’ve been getting between your paychecks
with just enough room to breath.
Then like a grain of sand
in the gears of a music box,
it decides to change the tune,
making it harder to hear the melody.
Now whenever you get mail from the rental office
your heart sticks in your neck while your stomach drops to your knees.
Atelophobia is the fear of
not saying the right thing
to the right people
to get where you hope to be.
You’ve got skill and ability
to follow your dreams,
but you’ve always been bad
at convincing others to gamble on a long shot.
Maybe keeping all your talents hidden
is just your way of keeping
the world from knowing
you don’t think you’re good enough.
Cherophobia is the fear of
the other shoe dropping,
seeing the easy streak ahead of you isn’t real.
Things can’t possibly be this nice,
if they are that means I’ve missed something.
I’m too relaxed and I let myself
forget something important
it’ll come back to shatter all this happiness.
Graphophobia is the fear of
words on paper.
Writing them down gives them meaning.
Admitting the faults you feel
is asking for someone to tell you they are true.
Reading them back you tell yourself
they are just words
they don’t actually hold power over you.
You tell yourself this,
but the hesitation is always there when you start.
Until you remember bravery isn’t
a complete lack of feeling afraid,
but instead it is knowing your fears
and standing up to the cascades
of doubt despite of your worst efforts.
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