A million ways to say one thing.
Maybe one feeling fractured into a million emotions.
Or perhaps the other way around.

I am scared.
I am so terribly frightened.
That I’ll fail--seemingly legitimate, yes?
Fear of failure stops even the surest of hearts.
But I am not sure. I am not strong.
I am the weakest of the weak.
I do not know whether to continue in my fear,
or bask in my pride.
Both are poisonous
but a middle line
seems
like
a
tightrope.