NaPoWriMo Day 3

 

I turned the corner,

and faced my fear

There it was,

standing tall like an oak tree

Waiting for me,

trying to break me into a thousand pieces

But I stayed strong,

not letting it penetrate me

But before long,

I was gone

Because my fear was death

 

Until the  next post,

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