By Amy Frank
Fear is here to help me,
I cannot cast it away.
Fear also has a purpose.
Fear is here to stay.
Sadness is here to release me.
Tears fall just like the rain.
They burst in storms with thunder —
Dissolving pieces of my pain.
Love is what I’m made of.
It’s who I am beyond this form.
One day I will return home,
But for now I endure the storm.
A poem I began forming in my head while walking to the gym yesterday. Before I started working out, I jotted down the first stanza and bits of the next one, plus the overall concept. I’m Just Being Ho
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