I had a fear, I held it firm;
I watched my own illusion squirm.
While l held it in my grip,
I felt the pain it caused me slip;
I saw then it had no power,
leaving space for me to flower.
At last I knew that I could be
from that feeling finally free.
So now each day I hold my pain
at arms length so I can stay sane.
When dangling out there in mid-air
fear disappears; it’s just not there.
I now look at each fear I hold
and know it’s nought if I am bold.
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