Is it outside myself, whatever I reach for
or will I find it by seeing what I already hold in my hands.
Recognizing raw and real and rock solid the substance
and courage to climb the next hill and the one after that.
It is what I have–the choice to be on fear’s leash
or turn and drag fear behind me, trembling
with every step forward. Looming failure is a facade
full of hot air. Terrifying beforehand, but
once I’m there, facing him, I only need acknowledge his presence
and he deflates, shrinks down until I fold him up
and put him in my pocket with the others.
Or, depending on the day, simply step over him and walk on.
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