Fear

Fear,
I know,
comes from me;
not the object.
It is planting seeds
overturning my life.
Rooted inside its caverns
I would like to think I’m grounded-
not headstrong, longing, or dark like death.
At last alive, risen above the rest.

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About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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