Spirit Of Fear Poem by Adalie Hettie

I will keep this vessel shielded; no blood will be shed from your sharp tipped spear.

I’ve been running through my ages, blindly dodging despair.
True to me are treacherous thoughts that continually wander back there.
Looking for strength and faith to head the way, running from a past that’s never far away.

I hear the words you tried to impress and the warnings you’ve given so many times.
I didn’t understand them then; unfold everything - look within
I ignored your pleas and begging; feeling nothing - unsuspecting

I kept spinning the wheels, taking many chances
It’s taken shape and unbearably clear
It dwells deep within; The Spirit of Fear