My Fears Are

My fears are all gone,

I stand here without them.

I thought they would stay,

I feel their armour is gone,

What do healthy people have?

A sense of purpose?

Or a surrounding of peace?

This new dispensation is scary,

I admit it is welcoming,

Constant fear is fleeing,

A beautiful dame is emerging.

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