Going There

Look fear in the face. Gaze through its stare. See beyond.

What are we afraid of? Many answers come up for me. Fears about others’ perceptions of me and my expression, be it creative, emotional, spur-of-the-moment or well thought through, perhaps over-analyzed. The fear of being seen and un-seen.

I want to stare fear down, watch it cower, turn and run away (in fear of me).

Egos swelling inside, approaching the brain, preparing to attack.

Face to face. What would you say?

Get the fuck out of here.

I’m in charge.




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