Overcoming My Fear

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Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
Every thread, stitched by my hand, can unravel, I think Every step carries potential falls I’ve draped myself in the guise of a fan-favorite Covered my face with unnatural colors
My toes creep backward as I will my feet forward There is a volcano erupting in my stomach Why are there so many eyes on me? Would walking down the ladder save me? Deep breath Small jump Gravity's turn
Fear.   She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket. Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones. "I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
My mind is a desert, dry and barren. Any chance of hope in simply a mirage.   My mind is an ocean, calm on the surface but crashing waves in the deep end. My feelings drifting away and drowning.
sitting alone on a red linen couch. the crackling crunch of a dim T.V.  beaming up at me. pitter patter pitter patter, the scurrying noise of  familiartiy.
What looms beyond the trees—a monster black.   I see his visage clear, and hear its moan.   I wait to feel the claws upon my back,   Then wrap around my neck intent to choke.  
  No, I won't let you break me down Even if you tried with your all your might You can try, you can try  But I will learn to fight Hit me with all your might But I won't break, I will find the light
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