Fear has two hands
That grip our throats
And silence the voice

It has two feet
Which stomp on our hopes
Like flattened whispers of dreams

Its breath is icy
Making us quiver in doubt
Numbing our courage

Its touch is warm
Like the blood rushing to your face
The sweat beads forming on your brow

Fear has two eyes
Its stare is blinding
Darkening us with panic
Enveloped in a shroud of dread

Confidence is an orb of light
Dimming with each quake of shyness
Extinguished by failure's expectation

Don't be afraid
Of judgment's gaze
Behind which approval lingers

Fear is your only enemy