I wish this battle would finally be over,
but that’s not how things played out…again.
The fear is here with me, uninvited as usual.
My mantra is:
If you don’t move, you won’t break.
I am alone until tomorrow.
I will keep my phone with me,
in case I break again.
I am bruised from the last reduction.
Will it be the last?
If I am still, it will.
A revision may fix what keeps separating.
Everyone is afraid. I am afraid.
Is fear my friend or my foe?
Maybe both.
We are here together, alone
Fear and me

Still FLOW