You refuse to admit that you are no longer afraid.
Admit it and be Free.

When you do things that remind you of lost loved ones,
They never die.

A world slowly woke from slumber
Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu.
Free from sheets of sleep and dreams,
Borrowed stitches pay the seams
Of patchwork quilted promises,
Forgotten threads of make believe.

When our lives are mundane,
We crave the unknown.
But when it comes,
We turn our backs and run away.

Don't hide from what you don't know,
For going through it is the only way we grow.