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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