Thankful
Fear controls me,
And I am thankful.
Fear guides me,
And I am thankful.
Fear fuels me,
And I am thankful.
Of all I have been fearful of,
I still find myself trying.
Trying, reaching, moving.
It is not the fear of trying and failing,
That truly frightens me.
It is the fear of missing,
Missing a chance, an oppurtunity, a say.
I fear many things,
But above all I fear missing out.
Missing out on what could be, what might be.
Fear of my fears drives me to overcome.
Fear controls me,
So I am thankful.
Fear guides me,
So I am thankful.
Fear fuels me,
So I am thankful.
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