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May 2016
Fear

It runs through me
I don’t understand it
But it makes me scramble
Makes me scream

So many things to fear
Enough to make me cry
What if they get divorced?
What if they never forgive me?
What if they find out?
What if you change your mind?
What if I lose you?
And then lose them?

It could be crippling
It could get control
It could drive me
It could cut me
It could **** me

But will it?
Will I let it?

Each day I make a choice
I have control
It will not win
It will not cut me
It will not ******* me
I have strength
I have hope
My life is my own
That’s right
It’s your turn to run
It’s your turn to flee
I control you
I will live
I won’t hold back

It is better to take a risk
To love,
To hope,
To dream,
To dance,
It’s better to take a risk
Than never try at all
Fear is small
I am rich in soul
And powerful in mind.

This life is mine.

Fear.
Written by
Genesis Hawley
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