Saturday, March 3, 2012
In the end, this is about courage.
Ah, but fear is a fickle thing. It sneaks in your window, crawls through the key hole, trapping you in your bed, hiding under the blankets.
Fear makes you cry silent tears, alone. It makes you tremble without reason. It traps you in your thoughts.
It traps you in the coffin of 'what ifs'.
Fear makes you cringe and bite your nails. The cage you're stranded in, fear built that dear, and it's not coming down on its own.
Why are you still sitting there? In the center of that cage, in the center of that fear you created?
Yes, you. You created all of it, you made this mess yourself.
You did this to yourself.
And you can't expect anyone else to fix it for you.
With courage comes freedom darling.