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Oh God,

I am so deeply scared.

That is the sum of it.

Fear, Panic, Anxiety, Terror

Name it, claim it, and move forward –

Finally

And now let it be

that when the apprehension rises up in me

As it will

I will see it and know it for what it is –

Just fear

Nothing more

Nothing less

Real

But not real at the same time

And I will put my arm around fear’s shoulders and say

I see you.

Yes, you are here.

But you don’t drive this bus.

You aren’t the boss.

You can be here if you want

But you don’t get a voice this time

Not anymore

Not with what becomes

Of me.