Spotlight, hot as panic.
Ground, unyielding as death.
Crowd, captious as God.
My fear is disguised with smiles and sequins,
limbs moving in muscle memory, powdered hands
dry as my lips.
On the platform, I grasp the bar
firmly as a choice; it is always a choice
between brief terror and relentless worry,
truth or dare, goldfish bowl
or shark-infested freedom.
Safety is a net that catches you
and never lets go.
Circus poster, 1890.
Do you think it's important to face your fears, or is it okay to live with certain fears as long as they don't disrupt your life? Have you done anything recently that scared you?