Fear is the voice that lives in me.
He is quiet, yet loud. Small, but strong.
He is a whisper commanding an army of thoughts.
The dense fog that makes it hard to see.
He is the gate between where I am and where I’m going.
The guard who stands at the door of my dreams.
He is a master of lies — The best lawyer I know.
He is awfully cunning — The slyest of foes.
Though he speaks with timidity, his words carry far.
Bouncing off the walls of my heart, they leave many a scar.
Fear is a parasite attached to my life.
A leech — the cause of much sorrow & strife.
A brilliant orator with the hardest of hearts,
Those who listen stand frozen — Paralyzed from the start.
But fear himself is fearful — oh the irony!
A small man with a large shadow…
He is forever intimidating, yet terribly afraid.
A small burst of faith is all that it takes
to knock fear from his post — And his words have no weight.
Oh, that we would all see (though it is difficult, indeed)
That fear is a but a wolf — a wolf without teeth.
To the few who refuse to answer fear’s tempting call…
Fear is but a loud voice in an empty room
With no power at all.