I lived this year.

I lived with fear.

I lived with a fear that I couldn’t see, touch or hear.

I lived with a fear that sometimes made me cheer up.

I lived with a fear that sometimes made me tear up.

I lived with a fear that needed me to be devoted.

I lived with a fear that the more I gave my attention, the more sensation I promoted.

The more feelings got evoked;

The more emotions got invoked.

I soaked up the fear.

I made it my own.

I gave it my last tear.

I no longer mourn.

I now live with love.

And not the fear of love.