Fear not, for fear is an illusion,
It will rob you of your good days.
A dawn for every dusk will come,
No matter what the cynic says.
The fear in you is real, so real,
You wouldn’t believe otherwise,
Yet, trust if you will for a while
in self, above it you will rise.
The more you struggle it pulls,
And the more you fight it wins,
But once you let go in mind of fear,
Swim you shall, in wide grins.
There! you see, or do you not?
The illusion that blinds you so,
The fear is of your own making,
Thus is the labor from your sow.