Shall I Not Be Afraid
If I weren’t afraid I’d forage ahead,
Run through the forest like a wild boar, red!
I’d crush all the foliage barefoot and bled,
Never looking backwards, but focused ahead.
I’d wait for the darkness for its better to hide,
From the trailing vultures circling my life.
Then I’d make a wildfire and attract all that be,
While I run for my life from sprint to a spree!
I would stop just at dawn-
Surveying the track I had worn,
No direction insight into the path I might right,
But come just a feeling, a strength from my gut,
Shall I not be afraid to stride forward my strut!
Date: 9 September 2019
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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