Fear and the human heart

Fear - a thread stitched through every soul,

a shadow we carry quietly, like breath, like blood.

It’s always stitched to us humans

- but does it live in the heart, or just echo through it?

Is fear what protects us, or what steals the breath just as we begin to move?

It can stop us. Tie our tongues, guide our steps in circles,

pull us from the edge of change.

When we speak from fear, is that our truth?

Or is that where we should let go - let the heart break open and flood the silence?

Fear is the feeling of stepping into deep water, with no trust in ourselves,

no faith in the waves, and no peace with the dark beneath.

It’s not ours to control - but still, it is ours.

So what’s wrong with the trembling hands,

with the stillness, with the not-yet, the almost, the pause?

What’s wrong with not leaping, not dreaming, not moving

- if it’s all held inside the soft cage of fear?

We all carry it. But maybe the point is not to banish it.

Maybe the point is to live anyway.

Maybe we can learn to cheer away the fear

- alone, together - knowing it will always be a part of us.

Forever.