I confronted a fear today.
And I knew all along
It was the idea I feared,
Not the object.
For in that idea
Lay the manifestation
Of the very ideal I stood against,
So courageously.
The frivolity of one's actions
I had struggled so vigorously against
Stared me in the face,
And though my heart pounded in fear,
It pounded, and continued to pound.
Though my actions are called in question,
And the temptations still persist,
I have confronted a fear today.
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