Second oldest friend (love is the first)

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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