Dearly Courage And Ghostly Fear Poem by Cherelie Bonsadan

Oh my dearest friend
How courageous your spirit have got!
Speaking all those words your heart behold
To make me believe that all was true.

I do not hold your heart,
I do not control your brain;
I can’t stop you from this vast emotion,
In fact I even always thank God He give me someone like you

But then a ghostly whisper of fear
come and shake me,
the scar of a wound that once shattered my spirit,
the fear of a possible bloody cut refrain me.

Dearest if it’s God’s way to enlighten me
That some men are left with a heart and mind
crystal like conscience,
unstained by hideous lies,
then so shall I
by Gods intervention never doubt what your
heart had repeatedly been saying.