Fear
7.1.5

I am coming face to face with my demons
Against their gnashing teeth and rotting breath

I make no claims that this is easy,
I have the bruises to remind me
but its my life I’m battling for

The song reminds me, “…if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot…
Its time to get out of the desert and into the sun, even if it’s alone.”

My fear stands behind the curtain
like the Wizard of Oz
the very fabric of my own creation

The closer I approach I find fear itself
trembling in its exposure
paralyzed in its own grasp

Will I be the author of the rest of my story
or will I give power back to the fear
that has penned so much thus far?

The choice sits tangibly in my hands
hot, sweaty and desperate
desperate for freedom

Will I remove the shackles binding me down
or will I pry open the lock and soar?