Sometimes the loudest voices in the room are the quiet ones inside your head. I wrote this as a reminder to myself—a way to evict the company I’ve kept too long. E.Z.
“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” — Hafiz
They slip in before sunrise,
when the night has already stolen your sleep.
You’re pacing the kitchen in yesterday’s robe,
watching the coffee drip like it’s going to save you.
They speak in low voices,
the kind you strain to hear
even though you know
the story ends badly—
and you’ll carry it all day.
Worry and Fear—
twin brothers.
I call them Brothers Grim.
They never bring gifts.
Just fantasy narratives and twisted tales.
Where you find one,
the other’s already at your table,
hands wrapped around your coffee cup,
whispering lies into the steam.
They creep into the body,
crack the mind,
strangle the breath,
set the bloodstream on fire.
Worry is the thief of sleep.
Fear is the architect of disease.
Together?
They will build you a prison
without touching a single brick.
But hear me—
you were not born with them.
You learned them.
Picked them up the way a child
picks up a bad word—
someone said it enough times,
and now it lives in your mouth.
Worry is a habit.
Fear is its shadow.
Both can be broken.
Never speak what you don’t want to see.
Never plant a seed you don’t want to grow.
Your words are blueprints—
and life builds them
in perfect detail.
What you feed in thought,
you raise in life.
You are the only power
your fear will ever have.
Life… is the view from your window.
Change the window,
and the whole damn landscape shifts.
Yes—there’s normal fear,
the kind that keeps you from walking off a cliff.
But abnormal fear?
That’s the cliff.
And you’ve been standing at its edge long enough.
So—
trade fear for courage.
Trade worry for faith.
Lift your eyes to something higher.
Give your burden
to God
to Love
to Life.
Cut the strings clean.
Don’t carry what you’ve placed in holy hands.
Let it go.
Surrender.
Leave the door open for miracles to walk in.
Worry is expensive.
It’ll cost you your peace,
your joy,
your body.
That’s the present moment you’re wasting right now.
So face the thing.
Nobody has more power over you
than the power you hand them.
Keep space—
between your thoughts and emotions.
Forget the wrong.
Remember the right.
Fear is just faith
wearing the wrong clothes.
So change the outfit.
Put your faith in Good.
Unshaken by shadows.
Be a good forgetter.
Throw worry out of your mental house every night
before you lock the door.
Eyes on the horizon—
steady in hope
anchored in peace.
My mind is stayed on thee.
And when the Brothers Grim come knocking—
let them find the door locked,
the house swept clean,
and your table set
for better company.
Only Mateo and Paz,
Courage and Peace,
breaking the silence with hope.
