When the fear calls

When the fear calls out my name,

Like smoke arising from the flame,

I close my eyes, I breathe once more,

And face the shadows at my door.

It whispers all the things I lack,

It paints the sky in endless black.

It tells me I am far too weak,

A broken soul too tired to speak.

But fear has never known my fight,

The wars I won in silent nights.

The tears I carried all alone,

The strength that quietly has grown.

So let it call me if it must,

Like storms that rise from ash and dust.

I’ll walk ahead through dark and flame,

And fear will never wear my name.