The secret to fearless is not telling anyone about that fear,
Sometimes you’re so afraid,
Even though,
The toothpick bones that hold
Together fearless,
Tremble at the feet
Of that giant obstacle.
The drum-like heart
That pounds a comforting rhythm
Into the bloodstream, ups the tempo,
To an instinctual speed.
The skin prickles,
And there’s a scream
Dangling off the edge of your tongue.
But fear is in the mind,
By the slaps of
Its withered hands,
A suffered, but wise soul
Learns from that hand
To anticipate
And react instead of accept.
Fearless.
Fear is human, it is accepting
To be afraid sometimes.
But I’m sure the greatest
Heroes that ever stomped upon
The earth, cried on the inside,
Though, held stoic to make an example
For the rest of us,
That fearless is not a fable,
But is human.
JASPER QUINCE 