What could you do differently?
I could loosen my grip
on the fear I clutch like proof🕵
as if holding it tight
might keep me safe.
But fear is heavy.
It sinks into my chest,
teaches my heart to hesitate,
teaches my feet to stay still
when they were meant to move.
I have let it decide
how loud I speak,
how deeply I love,
how far I reach
into the life waiting for me.
What I could do differently
is let it pass through me
instead of living inside me.
I could stop mistaking caution
for wisdom,
silence for peace.
Because fear has cost me
moments I never felt,
joy I almost touched,
versions of myself
I was too afraid to become.
So I am learning—slowly👩🏻💻
to open my hands,
to let fear fall away,
and trust that without it
I will not disappear.
I will expand.

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