I write without fear

And without knowledge of precarious litigations that pertains to my self-defiance,
Relied on these wrists,
Telling me that it was worse than you though it was before.
The feeling is palpable,
And unseen,
Yet I can still feel you.
Remembering how life was so easy,
When I wasn't so hard on myself,
When confidence depended on my twisted remorse about others not doing what was apparently needed in their lives,
I was there ahead of,
anyone else,
Driving in the dark ,
When there was plenty of light to shine,
Behind my back.
I steered towards my fears,
And challenged my fortitude.
The tenacity of my headstrong attitude,
Revamped my everlonging sense of this virtual world,
It seems to be easy,
But look deep into these eyes,
Within and without fear,
Is what you'll find.