The Cadence of Fear (A Poem)
My heart is being invaded.
I feel love for people I have never met;
I will never know.
As if my heart has grown arms to cradle and protect bodies I may never actually hold.
This sentiment is crippling;
To embrace so deeply what others repulse;
To care so much at a time it is so rare.
To feel pity upon those who sit with their revulsion.
With any intruder I am frightened.
But I know any fear is not absent of anger;
Though, absent of spirit.
Like a slow fire burning just to disrupt peace.
Yet, to much surprise, this rage is filled with more soul.
The multiplicity of intrusions have only made me more certain;
Have only made me more aware,
That a vulnerable heart, full of despair, still prevails bigotry.
And though my mind may be robbed,
My chest intuitively becomes a cave;
Becomes deeper, spacious and safeguarding.
Because what is more feared than holding them in the dark?