In Terror, Still Trembling
- Tony Moen
- Feb 10
- 2 min read
🧿 In terror, still trembling.
Against the horrors, heart beating fast.
Let stars be your guide in the dark.
Their soft spark burns slow enough to outlast.
Fears of falling short, make wishes as they trail.
To fail is of being human, like kindness and breathing exhale. 🧿
Fear doesn’t always announce itself out in the open. Sometimes it’s a steady tremor, something felt deep in the chest, carried in the still between breath, present even as we keep moving forward. It can sit silently in that space between courage and uncertainty, where the choice to continue matters more than the absence of fear itself.
It’s the truth of being human in a world that can feel overwhelming, disorienting, and heavy. We don’t walk forward because we are unafraid. We walk forward because something inside us still believes there is meaning ahead worth reaching for.
The stars aren’t promises of certainty, they’re reminders. Small lights. Soft sparks. Guidance rather than guarantees. They don’t erase the dark, they teach us how to move through it without losing ourselves. Slowly. Intentionally. With care.
To fall short sometimes is part of the contract of being alive. Growth requires risk. Love requires vulnerability. Kindness requires choosing to stay open even when closing off would feel safer. Every step forward while your heart is still racing is an act of resilience.
If you’re moving through something right now, go gently, but keep going. Let fear exist without letting it decide for you. Let hope be something you practice, not something you wait for.
🪬💙🙏
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