Fear, the dictator restricting my movements and constricting my lungs.
The fear of failure, thunder, and loss is controlling me.
The world is so loud, all thoughts are drowned out.
Who can drown in panic and fear and resurface alive?
My brain holds me back, I am the only restriction,
We are tethered to the past, like simple trained animals.
The only chance of freedom is learning to move on,
Move on from fear, from past traumas that haunt you.
Fear is the abductor of the mind, we are hostages;
The way out is to fight, but we are scared.
Copyright © Kayla Evans | Year Posted 2019
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