𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛.
Such a powerful four letter word.
It can dictate so much of what we do, of what we think, of what we feel.
Fear. I’ll say it over and over again.
And every time I take away it’s power.
Fear, you try to break me constantly. And sometimes you’ll succeed…but sometimes isn’t always. And sometimes isn’t forever.
Fear, I can smell you lingering in my thoughts. Bringing me into an abyss that I can’t get out off, falling into a grey cloud that feels eternal. But the fall has an end – it always has an end- and no matter how many scars cover my knees, or bruises ache my heart, I’ll stand once more, brush the dirt off, look up, and face you once again to say “not this time”. Fear, you little tiny word, you won’t win this round. –