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.