'Secrets' 'Fear'

Written for my friend NOT about me.

Secrets

They've rested now.

They lie alone, in the corner of your mind,

There thrown.

When you rise them, wake them,

Know who you are telling,

This is an opportunity, don't throw

it away.

You will choose wisely,

and they will understand.

But if things turn out badly,

you will always have the upper hand.

Your secrets are a weapon,

which fires when you tell it too,

is received when you want it too,

and sleeps when you need it too.

Remember, however much they seem to,

They can never control you,

nor what you do.

 Ex 9/07

Sounds like it should end in 'good luck young padawan' or something cheesey like that.

Afraid.

I am afraid.

What is it you fear love?

Is it the change? The Feeling? The situations?

the life, the need, the longing, the loss?

me? we? us?

This is it,

Love is the falling,

the fear for an end,

it is the light calling,

It is for this that millions send.

Love is the experience, the feelings,

what ever comes after that treble cleft,

the jealousy, the burden, the need,

the loneliness on being left,

the fear.

This is certainty.

Enjoy the fear,

thrive in the fear,

embrace it. 

For this is love.

Ex 9/07