FEAR & THE CHOICE OF THOSE KNEELING
There once was a thing called Fear,
And sometimes it felt quite near.
And in its feel,
Could it bring one to kneel.
For it bears a weight,
That nearly feels like hate.
Eyes on the ground,
Locked in a frown.
So comes choice,
But to act despite,
One must be willing,
To gaze up at Fright.
To burn from within,
And in breath come to pin,
The one known as Fear,
So the triumph was near,
And in discipline of self,
Was destiny made clear.
And sometimes it felt quite near.
And in its feel,
Could it bring one to kneel.
For it bears a weight,
That nearly feels like hate.
Eyes on the ground,
Locked in a frown.
So comes choice,
But to act despite,
One must be willing,
To gaze up at Fright.
To burn from within,
And in breath come to pin,
The one known as Fear,
So the triumph was near,
And in discipline of self,
Was destiny made clear.
Read the 2nd half of this poem below ~
Invincibility is in Self
Invincibility is in Self