Fear is a curfew from which you can't escape.
You live with fear as your enemy until you confront it, question it, talk to it.
When fear is a lion without claws or teeth, unable to attack, that is when you have mastered your fear.
By,
me.
You live with fear as your enemy until you confront it, question it, talk to it.
When fear is a lion without claws or teeth, unable to attack, that is when you have mastered your fear.
By,
me.
1 comment:
Hi. I like your poem very muh,and especially your disarmed lion analogy.kepp 'em coming.
Wairoacrazy
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