Rise!
Fear is a road, a crevice, and the dark in between
Fear is the ghost that haunts the bad dreams,
It’s your pulse, and your lungs,
Both moving too fast
A shadow is fear, and so is the dark
It’s something that oft makes you lose your spark
The moisture rises in your fingertips,
And the knots in your stomach tie and untie,
And sometimes you stop there
But you must rise! Rise! Rise!
Let gravity hold you down,
But keep your head up,
This is the moment, don’t you dare frown
Once you get past this,
You will know you can conquer all
This poem is about:
Me
Our world