Fear’s the Foe

Fear can be no force for good
Beware its friendly words
It hides behind its muscled wall
And flexes as it’s heard.
Dense its view, arthritic like
Its future without grace
It turns away and locks all gates
It bears no human face.
Do not act from its say
Avoid building on its ground
A sentinel whose path to hell
’round evil’s thumb is wound.
The human being must nurture hope
Though weak at times its glow
For fear’s appearance is only that
And wicked its undertow.

©September 20, 2016 kelleyrenz