Sources of fear vary, but fear remains the same. (poem)

My 7 year old son, fears cats and dogs.
My 11 year old daughter, fears vaccinations.
My 42 year old husband, fears money running short.
I am 41, and still fear a lustful attack on my breasts.

I find that, we are all capitivated in the same UNEASINESS.
I realize that, it is so easy to make fun of anothers TENSION.
I understand that, it is very difficult to overcome one's INSECURITIES.
Now, I feel that seeing it from another's perspective, fills me up with EMPATHY.

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Aum Tat Sat