Fear
FEAR
You know it’s a risky thing to do . . .
Fear rears up from below and grabs your guts
Stomach wants to retch
Throat dries like a cloudless desert
Legs are gripped and won’t move
You rebel and set yourself to do it anyway -
The moment the fear feels your decision
It buries itself back in the land of cowards
Where it rules supreme
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2014
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