Moving to Right
The moment I am ready to face my fear, I must begin walking. I could waste time. I could continue my voiceless manner of talking. Say nothing as it rises inside. Slaughter him calmly, with my mind. Hurt becomes ugly and then turns into fear. When the weight is too much, it begins to run clear. I am everything that is there. I am nothing that is here. And so I begin, with my heart of truth in my chest. My heavy dissolving with each and every each step. Driven to walk by the gift with which I've... Sign in to see full entry.