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?