Fear

It is my fear that holds me back.

It is my fear that keeps me safe.

But am I safe or a coward?

Risk is needed to be taken for reward.

Fear keeps me from risking

What I would never fear.

It is the memories that make the fear.

It is the memories that I fight.

But am I fighting or hiding?

 

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