we are what we believe,
just as we do what
we think we can -
and are limited
by what we think we cannot -
between the ears
is our sticking point;
it is where we let fear
erode the mind,
paralyzing our dreams -
we are capable of more,
so much more
fear is a child of the mind
it lives there rent free:
the death of dreams.
it haunts
the gray edges of thought,
seeking stronger purchase;
it is a constant struggle
against the doubt
that let's fear in -
the courage of belief -
in ourselves and our dreams -
our best weapon;
we must have it
we will