I thought about fear one day, when
lying on the ground, staring
at the sky, feeling
the grass beneath me, the sky
above me, the trees
around me…
and that was it; with all of the world
just living and moving and breathing and
spinning and growing and…
being…
where does fear live?

I thought about fear one day, as the
one thing that stops us the most, that prevents
forward movement, that thwarts
exploration, that kills
our drive to expand, to grow…
become something else
and that was it; this thing that stops us
living…
where does fear live?

I thought about fear one day, while
thinking of the words that
we hold back, that
we bottle up, keep tucked
away, tightly
protected and,
hidden…
and that was it; those words are held
by…
where does fear live?

I thought about fear one day and
said the words, and
felt the earth, and
moved forward, and ultimately…
found
where fear
used
to
live.