• bands4heartsx 5w

    Invasive fear

    She wasn't fearful of the dreary night;
    She wasn't fearful of her breath gripping tight;
    She wasn't fearful of the hands that were offered out
    And she wasn't fearful of the oncoming drought.
    She wasn't fearful of her shaking hand
    She wasn't fearful of the broken land;
    She wasn't fearful of the words of men
    She could have fought five thousand and ten.
    She wasn't fearful of the dead and deceased
    She wasn't fearful of bringing food for a feast;
    She wasn't fearful of the humble and good
    And she wasn't fearful of tumbling in the mud. 
    But she was fearful of the heart she did own
    She was fearful whenever she'd moan;
    And she was fearful when she would speak
    Revealing anything of her, even just a peak
    Would fill her mind with raging fear
    And overflow -  her eyes would tear.
    For all her strength and might how good they were, she forever knew that the demon was infact her.
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