What makes you fearful dear one?
You do not want to be alone.
We all are scared of losing the ones we depend on.
and how lucky they are!
Those we depend on.
How strong they are!
Those who we give the power to.
They are so different,
yet so much alike.
What godly race do they originate from?
What elvish attributes do they possess?
Are they not simply human,
like you and I?
Why do we look up to them and dwarfen ourselves further?
Why do we succumb to this rule they have over us?
Darling, it’s all in your head.
It’s all in your hands.
Turn the tables around!
“But how?!!” you say.
“I am fearful of showing such power in the face of those I fear to lose.”
Then would you rather you loved them more than they loved you?
Would you carry on with this marionette show where the strings you’re governed by are eventually getting more and more entangled until snap!
you are simply cut off!
I know it’s hard.
I have been there, I tell you.
“How did you gain your strength and how did you wipe out your fear of losing them?” you say.
The fear is still in me… I cry everyday they’re not there for me,
but I refuse to attest to it.
I refuse to show them how much power they have over me!
Because guess what?
I am of the same godly race too.
I am of the same elvish attributes!
My ears are pointed and my chin upturned.
“I cannot do it….” you say.
“I am just soo weak..”
They are weak too.
I told you.. we are the same.