A consistency of life is fear
As simple as can be.
All forms of life experiences it
All cannot overcome.
To experience fear is to be alive
But to live by it––is to die,
Suppressing imagination by way of fear
Is not to be alive.
Fear, most influential of them all
Limits, alters, obstructs and destroys
But it does not––no,
It does not kill; that’s all you
To live under limits is a façade.
To live is to experience
To challenge, to love, to choose;
To live in fear, is to avoid all of the above.
Then what is fear?
The hand which pulls the strings?
The thought which drives the conscious?
The butterfly quarreling in your gut?
Fear clouds the light of the bravest soul;
Fear may inverts one’s world;
Fear leads the unknown to the unventured;
Fear’s source of strength is your weakness.
It exists in between, not to be seen
It’s filter alters perception
It turns a spider to creature, a shadow to a monster;
Its true fear is to lose control.
To grow is to challenge
To challenge is to overcome.
Fear is but a mirage, a tactic of the puppeteer
To grow is to fight fear––is to live.