Fear is a rose with black mask.
Fear is what makes us move.
It is the next step we ought to take.
the uncertainty of turning left or right.
I fear me, I, all and nothing.
Then I walk. I take the road… I step out.
I fall, I run, I dance, I jump.
Fear is the fuel that motivates the one
who thinks challenges are exhilarating
escapades, possibilites, non-sense.
Uncover the rose with me.
Challenge your limits.
Jump those barriers.
Dance with me.
This poem was inspired by Grace’s verse “Darkness was just a rose with black mask“, in everyday amazing: Nightscape. This poem is a free verse first attempt. No editing whatsoever… Free to be Free – Meet the Bar | dVerse.