Trust

I’m sick of fear.
Sick of holding tight.
Sick of missing out on joy.
So I will fling out my arms
and choose to be free.
Choose to feel the thrills.
Choose to feel everything.
Even fear—for a moment.
Not letting it win.
In that paradox
there’s hope.
Let me relax into miracles.
Let me savor each surprise.
Let me bliss out
on every ride, carefree.
Trusting that it’s safe
to love life.