Fear, the Apology

 

You see I am fear

I don't know what else to be

I drew the short straw

can you please help,

can you please set me free?

 

I would if I could

assuage your heart with a flower,

but I seem only able to

cause pain, overwhelm and disempower.

 

I am sure in these wretched caverns 

lies a heart made of gold -

why did love get the good stuff,

and I am left bloody, 

thirsty and cold?

 

I should like to be worthy

I should like to be love,

but be careful of my malingering

I fit like a glove.

 

I am sorry that I exist

and that I blind and curdle your vision

I would change your fate if I could,

and leave humanity

free of my stench -

guarded and imprisoned.

 

I too wish I could escape 

this terrible curse

I would if I could...

I would dance on my hearse!

 

But that is your job,

my friend, foe or enemy,

to find your way past my reason

climb your Everest of love

sow new seeds...

it is time now,

to herald in a whole new season.

 

It won't necessarily be easy

I'll probably fight right to the end

but I am powerless to the truth

And (btw) I feel quite sure

(of my wretched fear)

the power of Love, 

will stand

a better chance, in the end.

 

So be of good cheer

I (truthfully) have nothing to offer,

you're smarter than me

... and just quietly,

by you,

I really am quite besotted.

 

little Bear x

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