Combating the fear of being so bare in the face of the world…

What if it wasn’t snow storms and frigid moans of the wind that made sing, but another fear? A fear of darkness, my back bare to the nothingness of night. If ghosts only heard my song they would not bother me, or tamper with my skittish feet.

When really it was, is, a fear of the unknown. And using my voice is one of the only ways I know how to combat, to make myself known, to realize the layers of my skin and not be so afraid. Singing is not only a great love of mine, but at times an animal instinct combating the fear of being so bare in the face of the world.