Fear is one of many things
That make one doubt
And walk on strings.
Believe the high, believe the low
Pretending life is on your Own.
To share the taught,
To trust the mind,
That all is bright
And all is kind,
It takes the Brave
That was unlike
To wake, to smell,
To feel and like.
Give all you are in darkest mind,
Let time and space protect that fight
With inner self, condemned to write,
On pages of upcoming days,
Through rough and endless waives.