Worry is the voice of fear
in a body built to fly,
a storm that gathers in your chest
each time you aim too high.
But what if worry's just the gate
to something wild and true?
A trembling hint that greatness waits
on the other side of you.
So when it whispers, What if I fall?
you answer, What then? I rise.
Because if it wasn't worth the leap,
it wouldn't shake your skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem