Fear whispers coils and binds A shadow puppeteer in the theater of our minds It scripts our silence paints our hesitations and feeds on the moments we never claim as ours What is it really A ghost a memory a trick of light Or is it a cage we build one thought at a time with bars so familiar we forget they re there Freedom isn t found in running or hiding It lives in the trembling confrontation in the breath we hold before stepping into its dark heart To fight fear is to fight ourselves to peel back layers of illusion and see what trembles beneath If we don t name it if we don t face it how can we ever say we re free Find the beast Look it in the eye It may shrink it may laugh But in the end the cage is yours to break