I’m afraid.
Afraid I will never be, all God and Life hopes, I shall be.
I’m afraid.
Afraid, I will never be, all I hope, I shall be.
I’m afraid.
Afraid, I will never be.
Ah.
Aha!
I’m afraid, I shall NEVER be afraid to admit to having been afraid.
Alas, fear does NOT rule me, I’m afraid.
No, fear shall NEVER have me, I fear.
Shall I fear?
Afraid not.
Will I give up?
I fear not.
Must not I fear the world’s scorn at my fear?
‘Fraid not.
For, I am loved.
Just as I am.
This is enough.
I am no longer afraid.
I am no longer to say, outloud, when I am afraid.
I fear I may have chased off fear.
Too bad.
I shant miss you, fear.
free,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Don’t be too hard on you, beloveds. All of us have things that go bump in the night.

Wombie,
That piece was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
The play on and with words was spectacular.
The way that you gave fear the boot was a scream. By the end of the piece the ONLY thing screaming was fear…ahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!
You rock!
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