Fearless

It is the sins of our past that keeps on grinding: the gravity becoming inescapable as the years quietly pass. The unspeakable fears dwell inside our head, and no means of liberation could drive the terror away. Guilt corrodes what is left of our being, dreams snatched, hopes taken. If not for the will to hold out, easy it is to fall down and break apart. A silent meditation becomes a panacea.