Fear is nimble
Fear is quick
Fear of landing on a candlestick
A candlestick blossomed into a bonfire
So as the flames rose, she rose higher
She made the leap
Fear sparked the ignition
Internal locus of control- fate was her decision
Fear is now trivial
Fear stopped quick
She didn't jump over- she was the candlestick
Fear of herself
Fear of the mirror
Her reflective foe became her friend
Fear was never heard from again