The curtain blends into my skin, as if asleep I had always been. Disrupt fright’s cage, let light in despite insomnia, desperation, being encased will reveal aspects of yourself. Be bravery despite being unable to open the curtain to confront the discomfort. Tight to your skin, it’s quite difficult to destroy fright’s cage. Rather upset it by not giving in to an errant past by transforming old desires. Decline fear’s finest invitations, harvest the potentiality hidden behind the fogginess of fear. Let it teach you the way of no matter what may come, you’ll be braver because of it. Come what may, you’re not done in by fear but by oneself for believing you can’t bear it anymore. When we truly can! I’m light upon a linnet but when behind the curtain of fear, I forget, light is ahead. I forget I’m the chirping lifting the sun from its slumber, The light behind the curtain, c’est mon soleil. I’m the string that unties knots in myself with the tingle of a song. As my knots unentangle, I can see myself outside the cage of fright. There’s still a goldenness trapping me, that what fear wants to protect. I’m not the worry, nor the thought, I’m not the shingles, nor the rust. I’m not all the memories I’ve caught, but the remainder of what I’ve sought. I’m the tear in the curtain, I’m light chirping even rain when the linnet isn’t here to calm me from my fright. Come what may, I will never give up.