Today's poem is by Kyle Potvin

How To Be Fearless
       

I wandered into a crowded wood
of bees with poison stingers sharper than life.
Then swallowed seeds that strangled
the breath in my rasping throat.
Each time, I thought I would die.
So I lived.
I was young.
Kept stepping off the ledge
into clouds heavy with possibility.
I no longer thought to ask
if God would catch me.

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Copyright © 2024 Kyle Potvin All rights reserved
from Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission