Fear Faith Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

Why is it that my eyes repent at what they see?
Beauty is no factor here,
it gives not what is true.

What makes me fierce,
to push my claws forward.
What makes me howl at the moon,
like a deranged animal,
cautious and alert.
What makes me bleed my tangled thoughts,
yearning to break free.

Fear covers me,
so light cannot penetrate.
In the dark I pray to God for a thousand knights on a thousand horses,
Yet I know I only need one God to pull me through when I am blind.

I face my enemy,
not wanting to face death,
It is not fear I fear alone,
nor the fear of me,
it is the fear of losing faith in God,
and standing alone,
near a stream,
right here.