🌿 A poem about stepping out of fear
I walk this wide earth once shadowed by signs and omens, the old word superstitio whispering of standing over life as if waiting for the sky to fall. But I am learning a different stance— feet steady in the soil, eyes open to what is real. No charm, no omen, just breath, just the quiet truth that I am here, alive, and unafraid of the unseen. The world still hums with mystery, but I no longer bow to it. I meet it. I stand with it. I rise above the fear that once tried to name me.—If you want the poem to feel more personal in tone or imagery, I can shape it to match the mood you’re reaching for.
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