Let Me Not To The Sea Of Fear! Poem by Milova Matthias

Let me not to the sea of fear.
Amidst living, for it is sweetness.
So corrosive to entice.

Pound me in the mortal of love.
With the pestle of care.
That I may be smoothly grounded in passion.
For I am an epitome of fear.
Disguised in the velvet of betrayal.

I have opened up my heart to people.
Yet, torn it up like a garment.
Even when it took off and flew.
It crashed!
For their treatment of me like dirt.
Pushed me to the tail of regret.
To hate myself and underestimation of self!

And my light stood in awe of darkness.
That the road petrifying endlessly discourages me.
For my faith is wearing out.

Though I am at the threshold, success at the end.
But I need courage, I need prayers, I need love.
That I may be able to wade on.
Through this sea.