Sitting in the Fire

Letting go of fear is harder still in the clutches of its familiar embrace.

Yet, I sit in the fire knowing that I will not burn.

I sit in fear knowing that I will not burn.

I will not burn. I will not burn.

Knowing my fear, I sit in love…

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