I fear it is fear I do not lack.
Just a big scaredy-cat with panic attacks.
I react, such a strong impact,
the dread in my head on this body it attacks.
What was and wasn’t said, or may be fact,
or misread. I contend
with logic and reason, but anxiety
can be such a cancerous lesion.
It overtakes and takes and takes;
I feel possessed by a demon.
Such high stakes. It seems
a mutinous nervous system
has mastered its treason.
But to defy and spite these odds of plight
I battle my fright leaning towards the light.
Yes, it’s in the fight that we just might
us humans discover our animal bite;
true grit, to wit,
strength reminders that
we’re gonna be alright.
Fear is a catalyst and placeholder,
igniting a passionate motor,
and it summons forth our courage
while holding space for bravery to flourish.
I keep deep gratitude for the fear
and all it does dear
as it provides a clear need
for a solution to appear.
On the other side we find
hidden powers of the mind,
and the wisdom that is gained
is not earned in vain.
For all we attain through the pain
is too invaluable to complain,
and the hard-learned lessons remain
long after fear’s temporary reign.

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