the fear rises up in me
like the flame from the candle i stare at
that flutters like a butterfly
and gets me so anxious that i
in my cautiously delusional state
prefer to reject this needless hate
it's a thick dark dungeon of doubt
that's left me wanting without
my needing to utter another word
yet it's something i heard
on the radio just yesterday
as if history could have said it any other way

it rises up still
and my only resolve
whatever the cost
is to let it evolve
into compost
into which i can sow
and out of which i can grow