Flashback to when fear

was the monster under my bed

-when it was only in my head

It grew with me

blocking all I could see

while I stumbled

from failure to failure

from self-doubt to despair

-believing it was

my cross to bear

until I learned to harness it

straddling – while it bucked

-mastering it

until I burst through

dark clouds

into sweet open air

© Vivian Zems

Real Toads- Flashback