Live, he said
What are you afraid of.?
Life,she said
The rollercoaster that it is.
Don’t you like the wind in your hair
The gush of adrenaline?
Ha, what of the pit in my stomach
The flutter of colliding butterflies?
Listen, he said
Fear is a prison you have to walk out of.
May be you’re right,
I’m not ready yet.
Take my hand.
I’ll only let go when you want me to.
If I squeeze too tight
The ride is getting too fast.
And I’ll still be here.
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