How freeing it has been to deny fear it’s prize. I may taste death on the wind but life has filled my bones with hope. Though my troubles blacken the landscape there is a light within me directing my path. Uncertain where it will lead my heart pleads with me to turn back. My soul on the other hand recites a good word, continue. As if it knows a truth that fear is forbidden to speak, a dialect foreign to doubt.
As my concerns mount it whispers to me of better days. Speaking of days yet to come as though they are memories. Revealing evidence along the way that prove it’s knowledge trustworthy. When the world screams at me pulling me in different directions, it reminds me of my destination. Reassuring me, the storm will pass. Then I begin to reminisce, thinking on the many idol threats that fear has made, and I remember.
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