My point of view has always held
To standard lines, defined by fear.
Defensive words, their anger belled
By peals of knowledge: Danger near.
This way of life does not adhere
To happiness: A life befelled.
Hope yet exists, its course unclear,
Whispers softly “O fear, be quelled.
Resolve uncertain, grit ungelled,
To try anew with chances drear?
Small flame within, in shade it dwelled.
Now courage gathers, fastens here.
Awaking strength, annoint the gear,
Let drop the guard and fear unmeld,
Now forward drive to love secure.
My heart, my soul, this life so frailed
By strife, by loss, can stand and tell
I’m still alive, I hold life dear.
Doubt, self pity can go to hell.
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2018
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