Grateful for Fear
Trust and be assured
until your whole life reduces to nothing but
waking up morning after morning trembling with fear.
Unknowingly passing it from man to man
until every face is begging with unheard screams
and then squeezed with silence.
Hesitating...
Exasperating...
Waiting...
Scorning the grossness of fear.
I noticed i overcame the fear with gratitude.
I do not think i'm grateful for nothing at all
but what held itself most dear.
It's a mite...small.
The little, beautiful fear.
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