I looked at two pairs of eyes that stared, unblinking
I felt the rush of icy, biting breeze upon my face
I breathed in, to delay the onslaught of fear
I braved the haunting fear that rushed in;
I took courage, resisted the rush of cold fear
I faced the brutal, moving, finger of dread
I tried to invoke within me a strong response
I knew for certain it was now or never shall;
I understood, silently, the meaning of courage
I realized, without fear, I must be strong
I understood, with strength, to resist
I knew, however, it was not meaningless;
I took my fear with wit and understanding
I managed to find the rush of strength
I have, yes, taken a hold of my heart
I realized it was time I must trust me.
I managed and fought such cold fear
I took my soul and taught it strength
I saw the beauty far beyond my eyes
I bowed to the rush of witty strength.
I resisted as strongly as I was able
I learned the meaning of failure
I did not compromise nor bowed
I stood strongly and without fear.
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