What is fear?
A feeling that the end is near?
What is fear?
The impending gloom of losing what I hold dear.
It keeps me fixated on my vision
and attached to the view of the rear.
Fear is a warning to be heeded.
Firm boundaries help me discern
when that warning is needed.
Fear keeps me safe
and it keeps me small.
The higher I go, the harder I fall.
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Will it ever stop?
The answer is yes, my dear.
Do not give into the fear.
From a place of respect
I can interact and reflect
What is the fear?
It is far and it is near
I’m letting go
Not holding on so dear
To what is fear