The Fear

The Fear

The fear is so deep,

etched through steel

that is cold against skin.

If it weren’t for You,

every word he says to me

would be a lie.

This fear is like a poison

taken in daily;

ruling, feeding death.

Satan told me

that their silence was a lie

festering to its fullest potency;

their words would always

be lies. Truth would always

be the defeated army.

There are secrets

where there is silence;

learn to accept deceit like water.

Drink in Fear’s spells

cast out by flames,

crisping the edges of my heart

while all along, Your river sits,

waiting, ever flowing,

for me to drink of it instead.