Fear Has A Name, But So Does Love

Once I was afraid to step out of the house.

I couldn’t see straight, for the insecurity that blinded me

I couldn’t speak straight, for the shyness that overtook me.

Fear was my master- He enslaved me and beat me, taking all I was

Supposed to become, and making me into all I never wanted to be.

He motivated me: kept me moving, but only down the easy path.

He paralyzed me: stopped me dead in my tracks when all was banked on taking one more step.

He ruined me. Pushing away people I loved once they got to close.

Overcoming every thought, crushing my dreams like stomping on a delicate flower.

Once I was afraid to step out of my door,

But no more.

He doesn’t own me anymore.

Freedom Has Come.

Somehow, by finally facing him, seeing him for what he is, I overcame him.

Not in my own strength, but an unearthly power that overcame me,

That lifted my head.

That brought movement to my paralyzed legs,

Boldness to walk down the road less traveled,

A breeze, whispering encouragement and belief in me

You can do it.

You can suck the marrow out of life.

You can go on an adventure.

You can live your dreams.

He doesn’t own you anymore.

I do.

Fear has a name.

But so does Love.