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Pathetic Husks

I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, afraid of shadows and their own demons. Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake. Be a warrior, not a weakling. Face your fears, and let the darkness fuel your lights fire. Weakness is not an option.

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Maria Williams

Date: 9/29/2024 5:19:00 AM

Hi Beatrix, this is the first time I saw your post and only because I noticed that Tom Woody had mentioned you in another comment to a Poet. I fully agree with your profound and philosophical poem. Yes there is no room for cowards but once someone crosses the invisible threshold of fear, they find out it was only an illusion and gain courage. A great write

Peonieslore xo

Date: 9/26/2024 1:54:00 PM

"Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake." enjoyed this poem, a fav