I am struck
not by how often I am afraid,
but how afraid I can be.
It seems like such a waste of time.
If I traveled
as much as I am afraid,
I would be a world traveler!
Please, let me stop being afraid.
I have not seen enough,
or done enough,
to feel I have lost so much,
to be afraid of.
A Waste of Time
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