Fear is
Fear is:
Waking up
Breathing
Going outside
Speaking
Being silent
Waiting
For justice, for peace, for things to change
The other day my friend said, “I’m gonna make it out.”
I said, “Don’t hold your breath.”
She replied, “It’s all about that first step.”
I kicked a rock and closed my eyes.
Tick tick tick tick. Stop.
I screamed as we dropped.
Facing my fear, and I can barely hear myself think.
This is beginning.
Getting out of bed
Exhaling
Walking down the street
Hold an audience’s attention
Screaming with intent
Running at full speed toward your dreams
We are attempting.
Trying our best
Without fear
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