The grip of fear
We surround ourselves with blankets of protection.
A safety wall of unnatural selection.
It is not what we choose, but more of a reaction,
To the energies surrounding our distraction.
Break down the fabled wall,
Invisible yet standing tall.
Ever felt but yet unknown,
Preventing our safe passage home.
Spread your wings that you may fly
Far beyond the stained glass sky.
Dry your eyes that you may see
What joy it is that sets you free.
Cast off the grip of fear,
Your own clenched hands hold it near.
May well be it's all you know,
But in its shadow nothing can grow.
