Fear

Fear infects me,

coursing through

my body pipes,

clogs my mind

like analgesic

liquor.

But wells of faith,

distilled before,

in comfort times,

bubble up

like medicine

to heal.

The shepherd’s balm

spreads calm,

his gentle peace

medicates

restorative

succour.

© Ellen Carr 2012

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Wow, this is fabulous. The title caught me, because yesterday I was so consumed by fear–and it felt like you’ve described it here. And then the ending is illustrated so well and truthfully too. Wonderful poem. God bless you.

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