A pen's heartbeat

It is not an awful thing to be scared. We should just embrace the fact that we can thrive above fear.   WHO IS FEAR? Fear is a rotten grape, With peels so raw And juice that tastes so sour. She gives no sweetness And adds no freshness. Fear is a dark crayon; broken and black. Still, she colours the heart Making beautiful colors shadows. A subtle thief of the brightness A brave heart beams.  Fear is a hopeless prey, Scared to die and fade away. She makes the predator believe he is the prey; Making mockery of his great prowess. They tarry along the way, On a journey she was never meant to stay. Fear is a mere coward. She leaps to flee when hope arise And boldness is held. She was never resilient; Just a weightless feather that can fly away.  Photo Credit: Shutterstock  By: FAVOUR AUGUSTINE