Something Sour Inmy Salad (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes i ask
fear
what is your reason
for being here
with me?

it has been long
and we haven't known
each other too well

why are you staying?
why me?

i look at it
straight in the eye
confronting it
with my own bravery

telling it
you cannot stay with me
forever
for even with fear
i too get
bored with you

and then, as you insists,
i accepted you
and let you be just you in me
and since then

we live in peace
in harmony with ourselves

for fear, you too,
are a reality,
something sour in
my salad
yet makes the whole
thing
delicious to me.