Fear is a full stop
on our life sentence.
Cutting short our story
We come to an end abruptly.

Fear is to love the past
a little too much.
When stuck in a time and place
where you once belonged
You lose your time and place
where you now belong.

Fear is an abstract art
that hangs over our mind
and heart.
When dark clouds raid
Thoughts don’t travel straight.

Fear is saying no
to opportunities galore.
Watching a new life go by
As you sit on a bed of old.

Fear is to crawl
on the race
of life.
Where every slow step
delays the success
Waiting at the end
of life’s every bend.

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