My fear. 

That sneers at me. 

It stops the words from coming out of my mouth. 

It burns them as it suffocates their life. 

Fear condemns my ideas, my opinions, my potential. 

It makes me break down like a torrential downpour. 

BUT well I let it control my life? 

Let if follow me to my afterlife? 

No, because I will fight the fear!

By making it my year and steering out of my comfort zone. 

Not letting my choices be determined by the unknown. 

But rather by grabbing that microphone, that telephone, and that stepping stone. 

Stopping it from strangling me and brainwashing my words with-

"You're afraid so you can't do it" 

Instead, I will plant my foot! 

Like an annoying weed that regrows and is difficult to remove.

Because I am going to be the first to make a move.