
The only way to survive a rainy day
is to go out running in the rain
Icy raindrops numbing my skin
Otherwise I just want to sleep
in the darkness of daylight.
If fear was not my second oldest friend,
I would do nothing each day
Except only what I needed to do
To survive.
I would gather sticks and build fires
eat fruit from ancient groves
and never leave the forests of my childhood.
I would trust that I would figure it all out
as I needed to.
But fear and me are close.
So instead I reach higher and higher
Fear says jump, I don’t ask how high
because high will never be enough.
As I hear my feet hit the puddles below them.

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