Confront Your Fears
We’re born with fears, but only two
Of being dropped, loud noises too
Taught and learned, more fears arrive
Some are good, kept us alive
Yet some constrain and haunt our nights
Do they serve now? Have we got it right?
My mum’s a fiend, no finger safe
She oft chopped bits with kitchen blades
And I was told, Sydney’s traffic’s worse
Than any city in the world
So I grew up terrified, of Sydney drivers and of knives
Paralysing, choking thoughts, how to conquer, answers sought
I went to work where knives are king, chopping daily – my living
And suddenly, no more I cared, of cutting tools, no longer scared.
Sydney driving took more guts, then forced to do it, now strength I strut.
We’re born with fears, but only two
Confront the rest, that’s what you do
You talk things through, root out the cause
Breathe in deep, reflect and pause
Then overcome, triumph, win
Face your fears and life begins.