“The Footing For Which You Yearn.”

Fear is a poison all of us taste
Seeping inside, producing roots if we let it fester
Blinding us and binding us
Forcing us to our knees under its spell
Making us small, weighing us down
Suffocating our purpose against our wills
Robbing us of a lifetime of enchantment
And paralyzing us with unsheathed souls.

The footing for which you yearn
Is attainable in a heartbeat
Castrate the dog that prowls your existence
The source of your torture
And the basis of your fear
Let loose the cannons of your retreat
Propelling you backwards
When the only way to move is ahead.

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