Fear, a poem by S Francis

Where do we walk
When we don’t know
When we are frightened
When the world’s a beast
We’d lost the desire to tame
Where do we walk?

Where do we swim
When we don’t know
When we are frightened
When Ocean’s a beast
We’d lost the desire to tame
Where do we swim?

One last time, we extend a hand
One last time, we reach out
One last time, we hope
Someone on that path
Someone in that ocean
Will be there to extend a hand.

What though, if my legs weaken
What though, if my arms weaken
What though, yards from shore
My heart finally gives out
What though, near the clearing
My soul finally quits me?

Contemplate this on that walk
Contemplate this on that swim
Only your legs carry you
Only your arms pull you.
The hand is not there.
But life remains. Waiting.