Can it really be four years later? Almost four years since I first felt something so unthinkable that it knocked me back a few feet, leaving me unsteady but sure? I blame that sureness for pushing me head first into a battle, I know now, I was nowhere near prepared to fight. But even still, I wasn’t scared. Never scared.
My fearless demise.
I faced seventy eight reasons that you were not here with me head on. Only problem, I turned my back on the one that held all the power to conquer me. It snuck up on me. I lived in confidence that you never felt a thing did not even exist. I slipped. Slept. Then, all at once…my valiance was captured and could do nothing more than surrender under the truth of the matter. Its force coerced my elbow to raise, fist reluctantly gripping the tattered white cloth of giving up.
Being fearless has shackled me a prisoner once again… only this time in reality… or has it freed me?
