Fear is our commodity
Becoming humanity’s oddity
Pre-existent in every place.
Its face cannot be avoided
And its mind cannot be broken
Fear will be there to support you
In your happiest moments.
It wraps a finger in your hair
Being your second lover,
Your one-on-the-side;
Fear falls between the spaces
And fills in the blank pages
That your good mood has left behind.
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Today, I saw something that made me think. I saw someone milling about outside of the adoption center-- she seemed to be a little flustered, as if there was a fly buzzing in her ear. I was watching out of the window since I work there. I noticed a lot of little bumpy marks and scratches on the crooks of her elbows and a sickly pallor making her cheeks sink inwards… a drug user? That was all I could guess. Her face was dim and depressed until a young couple came out of the adoption center front doors. They were carrying a bundle, a baby. I saw its hands reach out of the soft blue material and clutch in the air towards this odd looking woman, and she reached out a bony finger and stroked its cheek with so much love -- so much desire -- that there was no way they weren’t connected. When the tears spilled over I thought she must be its mother. Then the young couple got in a hurry and climbed inside of an expensive looking car. As it drove away, I saw the drug abusing mother reach out her hand after the trunk of this car. Her knees failed, and she fell. I watched her kneeling there with her hands together for quite a long time before I needed to go back to work.
There are no better ways to describe the pain of love than what I witnessed her-
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A moment’s notice
Gave away the fear falling inside
Leaving only one emotion;
A scar. Unhealed. Burning.
So no matter how you smile,
No matter how often
No matter if it’s true or fake.
There will be another presence there,
One that exists everywhere.
Fear of it all going wrong,
And the terrorizing reality
Of accepting the consequences of love.
Yet still…
We trudge on
We victims.
Submission Name: Hiding Behind...
