Fear

hands cupping candle

Oh, you

If it were only the dark you feared

a candle I would light…

my hand would never waiver

to let a breeze extinguish its bright flame.

~Melanie Blackwell

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2 responses to “Fear

  1. It’s not the dark I’m afraid of. It’s the Dalek under the bed.

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