An Ode to Fear
There are so many of you.
So, so many of you.
We fear for
our parents, our children, our elders, our vulnerable
our livelihoods, our homes, our daily bread
our sobriety, our minds
our very lives.
You, sir, you are a bastard.
A gut-wrenching,
insidious,
all-consuming
bastard.
We run from your flame
only to jump into the fire.
We turn from our better selves
only to embrace the self-centered.
We shake off the cloak of fear
only to tempt more deadly snares.
We hear what we want to hear
only to disregard the rest.
I don’t know much, but I do know-
giving in to Fear will give away our future.
the whisper of reason is more powerful than the shrill shouts of fear.
the Israelites would’ve been better off staying in their tents instead of
clamoring for more, melting their wealth to make a Golden Calf.
that the protesters clamoring for “freedom,” are trying to mold their fears
into an Illusion of the Golden Days.
I also know that
a laugh,
a phone call,
a video chat
turns away the darkness for a moment.
And one moment leads to the next
and the next
and the next
until
we can breath again
we can see the sun shine again
can feel the feathery brush of hope again.
Thy enemy has a name, and it is Fear.
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