Tag: nature imagery poem
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I Have Sat With the Dark and Called It by Its Name: Fear, Self-Doubt, and the Long Way Through
Fear does not arrive as a wall — it arrives as weather: cold, shapeless, moving through. In this contemplative journey through mountain silence, river memory, and the quiet intelligence of winter trees, a speaker learns to witness their own trembling — and discovers, in the witnessing, something that cannot be frightened.