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Fear is a killer. One that I will not give in to.

Fear is what keeps me from living in you.

Fear is my enemy; but fear is my friend,

“How can this be?” asks a voice without end.



Fear is a comrade, a lost companion,

Fear is what replies to my voice in the canyon.

But fear is not freedom, and now holds me back,

Fear, beautiful fear, pulls me off my track.



Fear pushes me on, or the desire to overcome it,

Fear chases on wings all the way to the summit,

It leaves me to wonder, who would I be,

If fear were not such a part of me.



Sadly enough, fear is all that I own,

But you have sworn to show me that fear can roam.

So perhaps it is not all that forces me on,

Maybe, just maybe, fear is my pawn.



I might be a braver soul: never failing to trust,

(A fear of that is, for me, an ostensible must.)

But a happier being and lighter on feet,

And so that is why my fear I must meet.



With sword in my hand and armor on me,

I bring that fear down to rest on its knee.

I say to my fear, with calm and control,

“I beseech you, Sir, give me back what you stole.”



Now my fear has fled, and thankfully, with haste,

I am left with a feeling of victory: a taste.

Fear, with whom I once walked hand in hand,

Has blown away, as a grain of sand.