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?
/ˈpōətrē/ 
Risk vs reward.
What to do, oh what to do 😉
These are questions everyone asks himself.
yes and we keep asking them 🙂