There is no finer point to fear.

Like cold lips pressed to your forehead, 

it leaves no sense of comfort.

Why then do we cling to things

that make fear into a bed partner,

a soulless companion,

that only steals more from you

each day it walks beside you?

I’d rather chance the worst, 

let the feared thing come, 

let it rip, tear, moan,

leave my patch of heaven resembling hell.

For once the worst passes, there is calm.

In calm I can rebuild 

and I am quite good at laying foundations. 

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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