Fear is quantifiable;

the flow of ink, staining the possibilities

a blank page sets ablaze.

a haze that envelops, and traps you

inside your own mind;

An uncomfortable comfort. And I’m coming

short– a sort of sorted fears that colour my

ambitions a muted grey.

To make an admission, I’m on a mission;

I’ve made a decision to spark a change.

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