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Fear Is, I Am


Fear is the snow stuck on southern back roads,

and I am deathly afraid of the cold.

Fear is the bully on school playgrounds,

and I am the kid longing to go home.

Fear is the traffic light that never

turns green.

Fear is the Villian for every

Super-Human being.  

 

But I'm no Superman, and Fear

is not my Kryptonite.

 

I am the muscle car fighting to make

the yellow traffic light. 

I am the salt on the ground,

scruffing up the ice.

I am the kid at the playground

who learned how to fight.

 

And with every situation,

every hardship thrown my way - 

I realized that Fear does not have the final say.

 

 

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