Letters to a person I'll never send

Fears

You never realize how much you actually fear something until you're staring it in the face.
That's what I learned.
Fears are simply that, a fear.
It can be crippling.
But you'll eventually be forced to face it,
whether that fear has the face of a monster,
or is the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
Sometimes fears whisper at you,
try and catch your attention,
sometimes it's a low, rough voice,
sometimes that voice is familiar,
strangely comforting.
Sometimes the fear scratches away,
and you can feel it,
slowly eating away at the walls you have it concealed in.
Eventually, slowly, it will claw its way out.
You'll come face to face with it, and you can either run, or you can learn to fight it.
I choose to fight.