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.
Iā€™m ready to swim across
The ocean of self-doubt
Into the horizon of Freedom.