It is a weakness of mine.
Is it one of yours as well?
I face it
It whispers to me in the morning
I challenge myself to face it and beat it each day
I step out of my comfort zone
A lot of times I fall
I think that means I need to get up and try again
Try again until I get it right
Fear is nasty
Oppression is what it brings
Chains and shackles to those that allow it
It tells me what I can say
What I cannot say
How I am supposed to act
Where I can go
What I can do
When to cast my glance to the floor
Be impassive. Shut your mouth!
It is wrong
I think it’s time to break up with fear
Fear is only welcome to look at my back
It tries to engage me in a wresting match
I refuse to turn around