Fear

For many years, I shooed away fear, demanding it leave upon arrival. Then I smothered it with good deeds, expecting that fear would get the in and leave the party. Then I faced it, chased it, like a foe who stole my goods and I wanted nothing more than to prove myself brave and tackle it to the ground, hog tie it and hang it up like a trophy

Then I ignored it, silently hoping it might get bored and go away in the middle of the night.

Finally, weary and no less afraid I stopped one day and picked it up, held it close and realized it was my own.

So then, I only carried it.