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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