Scream―Sarah W.B.

A scream

A piercing cry you hear from the strong

And from the weak

You, 

The coward

And the brave;

fear doesn’t distinguish between those things,

for it comes at different degrees.

Thus,

fearless doesn’t exist

but less fear does.

Less fear 

To the point of not feeling,

or fearing it

I guess you can call that fearless

but the coward still stands next to the brave

in the single entity

we call a soul

an oxymoron

a paradox

of this very world.

so, scream.

And let the world know you are afraid

But not conquered by fear.