If I let fear guide me, I am truly afraid

Fear is often how I begin each day. Sometimes it is the unknown of what the day will hold that I fear. Wondering, will it be full of happiness with tinges of laughter? Will there be clouds whose weight has left them too heavy to rise above my head? I find myself fearful of an emptiness that leaves me alone, no matter how many people surround me. Afraid that others will see my fear, I will have no where to hide.

And here as I begin this blog anew I am afraid that it will be only a voice with no one to read it, to hear my words, to share my fear as I attempt to tell my stories.

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