Fear is not my cape/ A poem

I tripped on your fear and hurt my feet but walked forward. It hurts but only for a moment. That fear you hold on to is yours to bear not mine. See how far ahead of you I am? You are still stuck in that small valley and I already tripped on it, stepped over it and forgotten about it. Nothing will deter me from my path. Call it foolish if you want; I understand that your fear is not the only valley I will trip over but I least I am courageous enough to keep trying. In the great words of Helen Keller, "Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold."