In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly

In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly, Small fears like dried leaves gather beneath the steps of autumn, I am not a person, but a lost dream, among desires and shivers, I fear small, ordinary, human things, like a wandering stranger. I love adventures, transformations flow like a river to the unknown, Yet I resist when opportunity appears as a door ajar, In vain I flee, for fear finds me, an echo of steps on a deserted road, I have no choice but to look into its deep eyes, to find courage. Fear is not the monster I believed, but an old friend, unrecognized, It is the key that opens doors to freedom, to light, I realize the irony in the question: where has fear been all my life? What do I still avoid that could be of help, that could bring solace? With each step, integrating fear, I become more myself, I embrace the shadows like old acquaintances on my path, They make my heart beat fast, I live each moment intensely, I weave my destiny from thin threads of courage and acceptance.