Fear is knocking on my window
when my spirit is low.
It’s making an exquisite show
of how my life could be a flop show.

My mind is freezing,
my limbs are numb.
My heart is racing.
It feels paralyzing
as worries start to come.

I don’t like the feeling
when fear makes me bow down
because I’m not a weakling.
The alarm in me is going ring ding ding.

The charm is broken
when the words are spoken
“Fear, I’m going to be open.
I have an option
to turn the situation.
We shall see the master of this person.”

29 May 2013