
Fear, what a feeling you are
Your abiity to make me beieve I am less than I am
To make me run away from things that are good
Making me cower in shame away from the podium i once stood
Your ability to cripple my mind and make me struggle with basic things
Paying me to sit and believe that it is better than trying and failing
Ofcourse you pay and still tip in a currency of anxiety
You show up even in my moments of greatness
That's when I feel I got what I didn't fight enough to earn
Celeberations become occassions where my failures are cheered
Atleast to me, it feels like a failure because of the weight of time
Faith, what a feeling you are
Your ability to make me believe I am more than i am
To make me run towards things that are good
Standing tall even when i fail on platforms on which i shouldn't have stood
Your ability to strengthen my mind
To make me see the beauty in experiencing the litte things
Paying me to try because failure transforms into the incredible lesson
Ofcourse you pay and tip in the currency of hope
You show up in my lowest moments and deep ends
When i feel there isn't even much to live for
You play my blessings on rewind tape as an unfinished story
Which suddenly doesnt feel like a tragic tale where my wounds are sore
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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