Fear will never…: A poem 

This pulsebeat, this fire’s heat, this perilous seat 

Words to greet, and then repeat, a sprinter’s fleet 

This waking for dawn with the grace of a fawn, a figment born 

Evangelising a storm, pictures of you, Dad and Mom, love’s bomb 

I am quite a packet in a bracket; this thicket, just whack it 

Lockets in my pockets; the years of blame and shame, just defrock it 

I won’t bury a hatchet; the wear and tear, just patch it 

The shut door, don’t latch it; the leaking roof, thatch it 

A hinge broken in a binge, the wounds sing, it rings like a singe 

We shared all our little things, that gave us flight’s wings 

I am not troubled by bursting bubbles. Even the Hubble 

can’t see the rubble of me. Space feels my every wobble 

I am the bird that goes unheard, yet they count on my every word 

Each bit of me is a lie. Don’t ask why. But the truth flies across my sky 

I am an oversized boat that didn’t capsize in the rise of the river 

I am certain without a curtain, death may take me, but fear will never