If Fear Could Be Held in the Palm of My Hands...

If fear was a thing, I could hold it with my bare hands. It would be something to hold and pass on. If It was a thing, I'd try to squish it small into the tiniest piece I could mold it into.

I'd try to hide it somewhere where I couldn't find it. It'd be somewhere I'd forget how to get to in a container that I forgot how to open. 

If fear was a thing, I'd put it in an envelope and send it away. It'd be mailed out far never to return to anyone. 

Luckily, fear isn't a thing. It can't be touched, held, or thrown. It exists only as a figment of my imagination. 

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