Fear holds me back.
Fear leave me fragile and out of focus.
It keeps me from moving from point one to point two.
It makes the impossible look like valleys that turn into mountains ranges.
Stuck in holes with nowhere left to turn to.
Left to just wander through the darkness and stumble on your own.
There's no way around or to hang onto to get out.
Just left with a nasty pit of fear to swallow.
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Crashing Thoughts
Poetry"My thoughts are rushing back and fourth, like the tide is pulling my problems away"
