It’s the Little Things

It’s the little things that scare me.

Stop me dead in my tracks, deer in the headlights, protesting, “I can’t” while limbs are locked.

It’s the little things that scare me.

Cause me to question, bring the doubts, the voice of the inferior.

It’s the little things that scare me.

Automatic reaction, reason shut down and out.

It’s the little things that scare me.

But, little by little I’m learning to do those little things.

Open a switchblade, start a fire, pick up the phone.

As I tackle those little things, put them in their place,

I realize that I am bigger than those little things

And they can scare me no more.

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