Waiting in the Wings

When fear arrives,
I try,
to purge it out of me,
keeping focused
on a great fervor,
a passion for living,
even when my mind
is an intense
of reality.

Maybe you’ve been in love,
in a true realm,
the kind that doesn’t waver
or scurry around,
but instead waits
in the wings
that bears all things–
that knows envy is unnerving,
the rare, scary state
that sees that hate
surely cheapens your being.




Photo: Lanaya