The fear

The fear of cracking is a hard nut
It is close to most yet just far enough away
To push it aside or hide it

Hideous as it may be to behold
The shell will crack quite easily
And that is fear

Will the inside be dried and rotten?
Or will it contain fuel for tomorrow?
You’ll only know when it cracks.

So let it crack!
Even if it’s rotten the earth will tend it
And down the line she’ll bear fruit

So go ahead and cry