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

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