Fear and Trust

Won’t you believe when I say
I can’t do it on my own now
We’ve run so fast and far away
Feels like hope left our hometown

I pray for rest from being forever tired
A reprieve from the fearful distrust
Where she fights what’s inside her
And we can only do what we must

Won’t you hear our plea for some aid
A gasping cry for some brief relief
Don’t you see she’s so very afraid
And trusting you must be our belief

Give us a chance to breathe and heal
Here amongst this hay and the light
Just a moment to find out how we feel
Here safe for now in the dark night

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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem.  This is the poem related to Chapter 5.

Fear

Fear is a wicked creature

Dressed in a black robe

Covered in filth

With the sweetest honey tongue

A liar, a crook

That tells us everything that’s worst

That will be

Is the most definite of truths

A darkening onset

Of clouded skies

Dark forests

Pitch-black caves

Writing on the walls

With cascading dark symbols

That draw circles

Where bad omens lead to bad omens.

Fear says there is no light.

Fear says there is no right.

Fear says there is no way through.

Fear says there is no you.

Fear is the great outer violent gnashing,

Where you cast souls into oblivion

Eternal, forever.

And if eternal, then always.

It always will be, always is,

And it always was.

“I never knew you”

Makes me want to weep.

Because I think of all those

What if they don’t make it?

But instead I ought to hope

Because fear belongs out there

Beyond the beyond empty

Where there is nothing.

Because fear is not.