a poem written under duress
I will not speak my fears
lest they become winged beasts
with mighty jaws
talons of steel
and eyes of fire
They will hunt me
crush my heart
lacerate my flesh
and make ashes of my dreams
I will not feed my fears
with dark wonderings
in midnight hours
to shroud my realities
beneath lies of the impossible
No
I will not give them life
I will suffocate them
under the weight of
thoughts and words that are
true, honest, just, pure, lovely
and of good report
For as I think in my heart
so I am
and I think I am brave
and strong
and brilliant
and I can do all things
If I have to eat the fruit of my words
then I prefer it to be sweet
to give energy to my spirit
and health to my bones
And I will spit out the seeds
that will grow into tall trees
to give me shade in my youth
and bear more fruit in my old age
I will not speak fear
for I shall have whatsoever I say
and what I want
and will have
is life more abundant
— for donalee, keresa and kendra
Written by Tracey 