To succumb to fear
Is to fall victim to the oldest weapon
That brought every mighty empire to its knees.
Swords brought low
Strength crumbles away
Panic and chaos roam the streets.
Fright and flight on everyone’s lips
We succumb to cowardice.
Snap. Out. Of. It.
Life goes on.
Children are born.
Flowers bloom and die and bloom again.
Your mind would build prisons
Out of castles.
Change comes and goes.
Will you make a change
Or submerge -lost- to your fear?