Fear races like ice in my blood, sharp and wild,
threading my veins with a tremble I can’t deny.
It grips me tight, a shiver in the dark,
yet in its clutch, I feel the pulse of might.
Every heartbeat roars, a drum of defiance,
pushing me past the shadows that cling.
Fear’s a storm, but I’m the fire inside,
burning bright, I rise, I fight, I live.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I could replace fear with anxiety. They are both pretty related to a point. My mind races, I thought I said something wrong and my mind went to the dark side.
- Category: Religion
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To me fear is a bit stronger than anxiety and often comes out of it. A descriptive write of this emotion that strikes at the heart and desire for survival. Well done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
Fear certainly can be a type of fuel, which I feel like you reference in your last line. I love how you end with rising above the fear, and the anxiety.
thank you! We must win.
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