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Mak Waddle Aug 2015
What
Is fear?
Fear is sitting,
Naively, with your
Back to your fancy
Now that he has seen
How you feel about him
And he has, rather publicly
Objected to the thought of
The two of you going to the
Dance
Together
Even worse is
He is clearly interested
In someone else, someone
Prettier and more popular, cooler
Fear is
Sitting with
Your back to your
Crush and his crush, who
Likes him too and knows that
You have a crush on him too openly
Fear is
Not knowing
What they might
Say about you now
Not that you care since
You know that it is something
Dumb to care about for some strange
Reason, you still do.
Mak Waddle Aug 2015
Light
Filtered through the trees
Passageway
Hidden in the side
Familiarity
Present in the garden
Home
Visible in the forest
Security
Constant in the cover
Peace
Found through the window
Joy
Remains in the life
The life that I have made
Here
In my home
Mak Waddle Aug 2015
Destroy thyself
Kiss it,
Thy prisoner,
Farewell.
Thou art ice,
Old like stone,
A poison to all that is good.
For thyself,
Thou weepest.
For thy brother,
Thou savest no bread
No wine.
For thyself,
Die.
Yet for thy child,
Shed tears
For thy life art instructions
And thy life art for thyself
Open thine eyes
See thy good Father?
Dost thou heareth thy Father?
Love thy brother
Share thy bread
Teach thy child
Thy Father hath spoken
Follow,
And love

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