Poetry

The Truth and The Lie

There’s a point where worry crosses the line into fear.
It’s holding too tightly to what you’re afraid will happen.
When you find yourself stuck, you find yourself breaking free, instead.
You’re letting go of the shelf you’ve tried to cling so desperately to, for fear of falling,
when really, you were afraid of what you’d leave behind if you try to let yourself fly.

Poem by Ciera H.