I live, sleep, breathe
With fear walking beside me
Or in the palm of my hand.
I turn around to see if it must come with me.
Tell me how to clean off its residue
From my memories and dreams,
How to shut down the trepidation
That tiptoes into friendships
Silencing my words.
Is it time to wait on honor and adoration
Or to risk what's most precious
Drawing the heart into the center
Where a new rhythm waits
not fear itself, fear itself
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