Dear Fear

Dear Fear, your hold is meek
But your talons rip and tear
Through the sensitive flesh you seek,
Of those that find you hard to bare.
Your power lies in finding strength
And pulling at its fragile seams.
You barely cover have the length
But can still devour all our dreams.
Today, I make a vow to stand
Against your preying eyes
And wretched, weakening hands,
To expel your energy with my sighs.
From now until my days are done
I will conquer all you've won.

This poem is about: 
Me

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