No Thing To Fear

Fear source
No where
Fear source
No thing

Fear thought
Cold sweat
Fear thought
Shrieks

Fear dream
No time
Fear dream
No place

What am I afraid of?
What is that?
Fear come and get me
Do it now

Nothing happens..
Suddenly
Sublime grace
All encompassing light

All fear evaporated
New born
This moment
A breath of life

poem by Wim Haverkamp
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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