Please face the fear with fealing,
But pleast face it
And fear that placing armour on won't do.
Old cupid's arrows strike through tin, right through
The secrets that are clasped as last defense.
Please fit the fear to feelings
So the loved ones may suffer least.
For if one suffers so
The pain they're put to bleeds, shows through and shows forever,
Makes their every thought pretense.
Please fear not fear but feel it not as fortune
That fickle fear ignores and then desires
But share the facts.
Does life's fire show no fire
For how can frozen feelings freeze time hence?
Nik Habermel, July 1998