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Afraid to Move

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by Miranda Edwards

I once lived with too many fears,

so I learned to live without them.
To be fearless was my mantra,

as I drove down road after road,

through backwood and deserted world,

trying to erase the memories of what

I did do and what I never did.

The yellow line splits the road in two.

I am caught between the two directions

of my intentions, I am caught between

bravery and cowardice. Which one should I-

could I- be? One or the other.
Should I stop for help or just continue driving?

You tell me to be fearful, but never be afraid,

that it’s okay to be human, and feel either way.

And finally I feel at home, with one leg over that fence.

And to not feel alone, I view the world with two pairs of eyes,

the ones that are scared, and the ones that dare not be.

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Afraid to Move