Stronger Than Fear
My life is what I make it.
It is up for me to choose.
How do I want to live each day?
Do I want to win or loose?
I have learned many lessons
that have helped the way I see.
I've learned that if I want to be happy,
then the task is up to me.
So I'm finally letting go
of the memories that I've held.
The pain that has caused me aching,
and that hurt that made me dwell.
These scars that remain
only make me who I am.
They are a small reminder
to assure me that "I can".
Fear is what has held me down,
everytime I let it in.
So today I am giving myself the power
for this battle I must win.
I dust the past from my hands
as I wipe away my last tear.
Today I am proud of who I am,
because I am stronger than the fear.
Copyright © Melissa Batson | Year Posted 2009
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