Future World (Rev) Poem by Margaret Alice

So-called evil things and all we fear are
mere illusions experts say; therefore my
fear of persecution pure unleashed is but
a remnant of childhood unresolved

acknowledging validity of fear, promising
myself I’m safe as long as I respect all
people and accept the untold gifts my
enemies will bring into this certainty

angry faces I behold and undertake to love
all threats and menaces as undercover friends
- whenever fear is in my head out there the
world is seen through pitch-black glass

obscured by bloodied spots of fright; I shake,
surrender to its verdict recondite, banished
unto hell, insist in deference I love the
devil and real demons for themselves

as agents adding strength, helping to improve
my moral fibre, rectify mischievous behaviour,
correct the tendencies that deviate, reflecting
insult and sarcasm back to its originators -

gradually the fear subsides while deep inside
hope unquenchable takes over me, turns my eye
towards all perfect forms, creating beauty,
scared images of my safe and future world!