I am a victim of fear.

fear to face tomorrow,

fear to trust another,

fear to love again.


I am a victim of criticism.

Critics haunt my being,

critics burn my ears,

critics shred my dreams.


I am a victim of hesitation.

Suppressed by memories,

I retreat deeper and deeper

to where it all begins.


Despite all, I rise.

For it keeps me warm,

erasing my doubts.

Blue skies are my remedy.