I look in a mirror, I see my reflection.
I turn around facing away from the mirror and I see my whole future spread out before me like a dry, cracked, dreary waste land.
I try to make it go away but it is always stays the same.
I know I have to be fearless though my journey through life is perilous.
I listen to the birds sing and look at the sky is a deep blue not knowing what to.
I go to the figure clad in white from head to toe. As death sung and listened to my woes. He said come with me and do not be afraid he said in voice made of velvet and satin.
For I am not fearless like the brave warrior who has seen a great many battles in life and died at the cruel hand of the philistines.
For you’ll come with me for that is the best thing to do.
So please don’t fight me because I am weary and not in the mood said the white clothed death angel in voice meant to persuade the starving to consumes so much that they will never any need t6 eat again.
Be cause as fearless as you are death went on you’ll got to the creator that you have served for many years.
Get away from those who scorn your every heroic deed.
Because your behind fearless because you did not cry out for anyone but the lord god.
So let me take you home O’thy fearless one.
Who walked the earth and lived to tell it. The fearless one who suffered the cruel abuse at the people who were suppose to be your friends who turned out to be your worst enemies
. You shall never ever have to suffer again the way you did so come now you proud fearless one.
Be the fearless warrior of your lord god.
Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser | Year Posted 2012
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