Fear Doesnt Belong With Me
I never grew in poverty, or without a stroke of love.
Still I hold my tears at night, but what am I afraid of?
The dark of night can welcome dreams, but dark thoughts come with time.
Maybe fear comes with knowing that these thoughts are only mine.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2005
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