United States
39° 15' 2.3148" N, 77° 16' 29.9856" W

Blinking sweat from his eyes,
His heart is on the verge of defunct,
Light irises face his.
Wild with fear,
His stomach solidifies like rime.

He is paralyzed.
Voices hurry along the umbrageous breadth.
As terror holds onto him with a vice-like grip,
The torture of his indecision and distress intends to crush him.

How does he escape? How does he conquer?

Challenging them,
His insecurities are exposed.
Like the cold breath of a grave, their actions try to cut his psyche.

But he stands with valor,
Watching his fears diminish with facile.
Voices cease,
Succumbed to silence,
His world defrosts to clear cognizance.

He is liberated

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