My Fearful One
I am much too alone in this world’s sphere,
Yet not alone, for memories fill the void,
They soothe my heart and quell my fear,
Yet in silence, and I am still annoyed.
But I am here, your presence draws me near,
Your trembling voice, so fragile, yet employed.
You fearful one, who hides behind your mask,
Afraid to face the sorrows in your mind,
You carry questions no one dares to ask,
Your tender soul, both searching and confined.
But know that I am here, in every task,
A constant strength, for you and I are twined.
Impure I find you, flawed, yet not untrue,
A mirror held to face what I conceal.
In you, my imperfections come to view,
Reflected scars I struggle to reveal.
And yet, within your faults, a beauty grew,
For broken hearts still learn to love and heal.
Though much alone, this solitude is shared,
For you are me, a truth I can’t deny.
Two faces, one—a burden that is bared,
A silent tear, a steadfast battle cry.
We walk together, weary but prepared,
To seek the light that lingers in the sky.
I am you fearful one, and I am here,
Your spirit’s strength, my solace blended.
Impure I find you.

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