Valor Isn't Everything

It's there.

Sitting in the corner of my mind.

Waiting for me to weaken.

I'm sick and tired.

It strikes when my insecurities are left bare.

Leaving me to search and find.

Discover myself again and again.

That's the way we're wired.

 

It happens quite often.

I can't help it.

No one can help but fear.

Just as much as crave the adrenaline from facing fear itself.

Running from fear softens.

Eventually, fear rests and we can't help it.

Come get close and even pet their fear.

The beast will wake and chase ourself.

 

The thrill flurries through us so quickly, we end up being frightened all over.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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