Afraid

Fear. The phantom killer of dreams. The all consuming victor in our battles; like a blitzkrieg that subjugates our moves.

Why fear the unknown? Why fear animadversion from inerudite souls who know nothing about life? Why fear the trepidation of knowing who you're playing against? Why fear when you have me?

Let me say: go ahead, fear... fear something that is not there, fear your own hallucinations, fear something that is not even there.

For if you fear, all that there is to do is to look back in self-condemnation; the nostalgic lament to return and rewrite the chronicles of time. If you fear, you do no justice to this trivial life of yours. If you fear, you're just a mortal.

And because you are my people, and because you have strong affirmation in the things I do. You have lost your rights, your will and courage, to lose; to fear. Yet in return, you are empowered to fight back in a sortie like a conflagration. Because and only because, you have nothing, nothing, to be afraid of.

Because I am not afraid. Because I am a believer.