Face your fears, she
said
In a weak, feeble
voice
The sunlight only now
whispered through the curtains
I was at my writing
desk
She was on my wailing
bed
She said:
“you just enter the road
and face your fears”
I shrugged it off
Still a thousand years
from any real understanding
I went back to the white
blank page
She continued to
wither
In beauty, pain and
grace.