There's a fear
in my heart
that I barely
dare to name.
I don't want,
by naming it,
to make it
possibly come true.
But it lives there,
lurking in my
dreams, waiting
just behind my eyes.
I feel it when
I look at her now,
somehow shrunken
into a feeble person.
The fear leaps
to life, it won't
be denied, it
WILL have my attention.
I will not name it.
I will only hope
and trust in the
Foe of fear.
Copyright: M. Anna Hanson
17 November 1998
