Red is the tremble that rests in your chest,
A shadow that rises when you’re feeling less.

It whispers of limits, of what could go wrong
But fear only lives where you don’t feel strong.

It dresses in doubt, it knocks, it hides,
But never survives when your truth decides.

It teaches the brave what must be known
That courage is carved where fear is shown.

So when you see red, don’t run or flee
Fear is just love that forgot how to be.