Early morning, I eat fear

Early morning, I eat fear for breakfast.

I leave the warm comfort of my bed

and throw myself into the cold, reckless,

despite the unknowns of the day ahead.

Everything tells me to stay asleep, safe.

My dreams invite me back under blankets,

somewhere I know I won't be afraid.

But, chance calls from far across the planet,

just begging to be taken in my hands

and taken to somewhere I'm afraid of,

a place new, novel, unmapped, strange, and grand,

somewhere I will only want to stay up.

So, I take a chance and I leave solace,

start a journey towards fear and promise.