Fearful Functions

Fear indents it's misshaped face in the whole of my back.

Trying to dig through my flesh with its gums.

I know it's there but it's not that bad.

In my back pockets there is always shiny silver guns.

Acceptance is hard to find within your own skeleton.

It's hard to pat yourself on the back.

It's crucial though so the spirit doesn't come undone.

You could handle any red skinned attack.

There is so much in life to fear that is true.

Love, death, friends, it's a scary deal.

Think in the night lose the thoughts at noon.

But most of all be scared of yourself so you can heal.

Scream into a sunny day and you'll regret it.

You'll see everything in its glorious clarity.

On our feet, on our soles, walking around, don't ever sit.

If you do don't be surprised when it catches up.

Taps you on the shoulder, long time no see.

I can't help only you decide when it's enough.

After that though I wouldn't mind taking the lead.

Love always,

Chayle