By: Trisha Ghosh Arin was afraid of heights Not loudly Not dramatically Quietly—like a shadow behind his ribs Mountains surrounded his town like a challenge he never asked for People told him fear was weakness They were wrong. Fear was honesty Arin did not wait for fear to disappear. He carried it. Step by step Breath by breath The climb was slow. Human, uneven. At the peak, Arin did not celebrate. He understood. Courage was not standing without fear. It was standing with it
