A Kind of Fear

I fear not the woe in what is blue and true, I fear not myself for that is treason. See, petals close to seasons of loneliness, And marriages chock for reasons of barrenness. I have a box of dreams with only a few of mine And the heart of a lass whose sun blinds. There is so much to look in this world before these eyes can find But this sort of fear I have, is one of its kind. I fear not the moths of dark, Or mosquitoes that sting my dreaming. I fear not the trolls in my heart's cove, I fear only that I love to love. Written By Kunda Chamatete 04/07/17 Copyright © All Rights Reserved