There you go. My dare. I might not be on the coaching call on the 15th. But it doesn’t matter. Love, Kash
…
A sheet of lined paper
New but forgotten.
A pen befriended with Dust.
The hand – long gone.

Scared by a thought
Yet chose to fight.
For letters to come back.
To challenge the Dust.

Now, thoughts come and fade
Welcomed with no receding.
I’m ready to swim across
The ocean of self-doubt
Into the horizon of Freedom.