Fear was like always dreaming of abysses, a constant presence lurking in the shadows of her mind. But in her dreams, she found a strange kind of bravery, a courage that only emerged when she closed her eyes. On the edge of herself, she saw a fearless young woman, falling into the uncertainties that plagued her waking hours.

In the stillness of the night, she hurled herself into the abysses that called out to her, grappling with the truths that seemed just out of reach. But when morning came, she was forced to confront the harsh realities of daily life, and the courage that had sustained her in her dreams felt elusive.

Yet, she realized that courage was not just a fleeting dream; it was the very act of falling, of facing the unknown with unwavering determination. And in that realization, fear lost its hold over her. It was nothing in the face of her resilience, her unyielding spirit. She was the fearless young woman, both in her dreams and in the waking world, and fear could not dim her light.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer