Cellar Stories; Fearless Freedom

Poems from the Island, ’99

I am free, I am fearless, I am me,
But sometimes fear has held me tight, not letting me be.
But now I’m determined to break that stubborn hold,
And let my fearless spirit take hold.

Pain, suffering, and more pain,
My mind tells me it’s all in my brain.
No room for remorse, no space for forgiveness,
I choose to fight and resist.

But I’ve learned from experience, education, and enlightenment,
That true fearlessness comes from accepting and not fighting.
So I let it seep into my brain,
And now my fearless spirit will sustain.

I won’t settle for the untold,
But will challenge myself to break the mold.
I’m fearless, because life as I see it,
Is something I can embrace with pride and spirit.

So I am free, I am fearless, I am me,
Ready to embrace whatever life may be.


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