F E A R

2021-07-07 Cameron.Cn
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creative, poetry

I am afraid
of wrecking
and wreckage
and broken
plates.

I am learning
that fear is
not
a talisman,
that it will
not
protect me
from
anything.

So what do we become?
I to you, you to I?
I hope this is
not
so cold,
that you can see
my heart is
still present;

only that
pain
is no
longer at the vanguard.

poetry
creative