Sticks and stones

A drive in the dark

holding a stick

Shifts up and down


This new thing

Fumes a Fear, Fumes a Fire

running me down at dark


Do I dare continue

with my life on the line

for the fear grips my heart


Break through this wall

of self hate and despair

control the wheel of life


Suddenly see what could be

This moment has ignited

discovering the map unseen


Though the fear is changed

the wheel has not

To live in fear is to be free


So I soar over the hills 

down the smoothed stones

seeing all to be seen


Knowing I accomplish

This new thing

I found a place of my own


For now I know

That fear is a force

a force that brings me home











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