Fearless

Fri, 11/06/2015 - 13:39 -- moped

Fearless is what they call me now

Confident and caring describe me today

How did I get here? Well I'll tell you how

For I certainly wasn't always this way.

 

Safe was the name I earned myself before

A rather selfish person always afraid of fear

When new challenges appeared at my door

I sent them away and said, "You're not welcome here."

 

But then I heard something to which I had to reply

A cry for help, a gentle plea

There were people in need less fortunate than I

So I went on a mission trip and became a new me.

 

There were buildings to clean and food to give

People to visit and love to share

I liked this new life I was begining to live

One where worrying for myself wasn't my only care.

 

Now I am fearless, I'll continue to say

Fearless, because of this lesson that I've learned

Fear comes from living selfishly day to day

And is only conquered when one's heart is turned.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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