Fear's Disgrace
Fear's Disgrace
By Moya Cavanagh
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8
Today Fear came to me,
a pretty young woman offering
lies swathed in honey, which
I never cease to believe.
Today Fear reached out to me,
with a soothing hand to ease away
my apprehension.
And when, as always, I had slipped
Into her trap,
She flicked her wrist,
brought her hand back in a slap,
So that the pain and noise echoed from
My cheek bone.
Today Fear came to me,
Swaddling me
with lightning speed,
in bindings woven
from my worst imaginings.
Today Fear spun that cord around my joints,
Her icy fingers leaving my body rigid
As a board,
And my jaw free to babble
about what she had done to me
To the outside world;
Those who cannot see her tie
the last of my bindings to herself,
So as to eternally link us.
So I will never be free of her
Face.
Today Fear took me,
and the reasoning of her persuasive voice
has festered in my flaws.
Branding itself into my skin,
so she may forever remain the very
definition
of my disgrace.
