Fear captures my boy taking his hope,
At times he cannot find the light,
Overthinking his every move,
Wanting to control his doubt, but worry steers him in other directions.
But he is a fighter.
He finds his stride, overcoming one fear at a time.
He stares out the car window, pondering about his achievements,
His voice reaches me through my own thoughts.
“I am proud of myself today.”
I hear the delight in his tone.
I watch as a smile takes over his face.
I sense his peace.
And because of this, I am encapsulated by bliss.