Fear

prose

You, you were the guard at the gate, 
the trusted one she looked toward 
to let her know when it was time, 
to hide, 
inside.

Your breath quickened 
as her heart kept its pace,
thus began the race 
of fight or flight. 

Into the night 
just you and me. 
We would run from the danger 
of the stranger 
who haunted her memories.

She admired your ability 
to protect and serve, 
while sending warnings 
through frayed nerves. 

She tested your boundaries. 
You, you tested hers.
Replacing protection 
with shame in detecting
you wanted her alone.

Enough! she pleads.
For can you not see
life 
is to be lived
to be believed.

She doesn't hate you
so, don't misunderstand
her hands 
are now 
in a full stop.

Now, she guards the gate,
that equates
the grip allowed 
in your hands.

Together, we stand
facing what tomorrow brings.

✨Be the Light