When the fear sets

Chances were set to be taken, but most people run from them.

Running ends up being the reason we fail.

You can't chase a shadow away with light and you can't bludgeon your heart without feeling the weight suffocate you.

But shall you decided to run away don't look back.

Don't whisper “I’m sorry” when it's too late, and don't expect the chance to arise again.

Those who give up are the ones who live with frantic souls that tell them “you’re a mistake” To give into the doubt and to let it destroy the precious hearts we've spent years protecting leaves us with nothing.

But if you think it’s better well then keep on running. 

Being afraid is no sin, but giving into the fear will end you.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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