The Rest Matters Not Poem by James Cheek

My mind is bloated with pointless fear,
In my heart, though, all is clear;

These frightening thoughts, they flood my head,
So I'll use my heart instead;

‘Twill guide me on this journey rough,
I'm walking blind, so it will be tough;

But a greater asset to me than my heart,
Against this foe, these fears, I intend to thwart;

Is you by my side, dear, your hand in mine,
Leading me as I walk on blind;

When and if the roles are switched to where I must lead you,
Hold fast to me, I will lead you through;

We can go on, I know, no matter what,
It just takes faith, though it does take a lot;

But I believe in us, we can beat these things,
Hand in hand, dear, a song of triumph we will sing;

It may take forever, then again maybe not,
But I have you, and you have me, and the rest matters not.