Fear Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Fear is falsetto and stiletto heels,
a high pitch that is destined for the fall,
cringing in corners and grasping for wheels,
echoes that strive to Lord over us all.

Ever like winter that chills to the bone,
verses of shadow will cling to the spine,
each word a wing that is weighted with stone -
ravens that strive to break free of each line.
You'll never know freedom by sitting still.
Trembling faith will never be your rock.
Hold open the moment, and let it spill
in glimmers that follow the aftershock.
Nothing is granted but a pulse and pause.
God is not grasping for absolution.

As fresh as a round of thankful applause,
now is the time to seek a solution.
Dwell in the strength that lives behind your eyes.

Revive your spirit in the river's breath.
Invoke the morning, and let yourself rise.
Soar beyond sorrow and umbrageous death.
Embrace both the sun and the clouded skies.