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Fear.
It stalks me.
It waits for me to become still
then washes over me in waves of sorrow and self-doubt.
It grips my heart and cries:
“You are alone. What have you done?”
It speaks to me in a child’s voice,
disguising its intentions.
It speaks to my little one,
ignoring my walls of protection.
“I know where the holes are I left them there” it whispers.
“Joy was something borrowed and bought,
never to be lent or purchased again.
No one knows you pain.
I alone am with you, always.”
And yet...
Love,
honest and pure,
fleeting clumsy human love,
frees me,
nourishes and strengthens me.
Love given and received makes my spirit soar
and I remember
and become still again.
Jamar |
