Facing Fears
I fear somehow I might forget
your lovely eyes and face, and yet
I know that this will never be,
but nonetheless it bothers me.
I fear to smile if good days come:
but glad I’m here, no longer numb,
afraid that joy could maybe mean
I’m past it now, not in-between.
I fear the days of tears and pain
and hurting that will come again
to strike me hard with waves of grief,
to test my strength and my belief.
I fear the loss of memories
and now, it brings me to my knees.
I fear these things but I’ll survive.
My love for you keeps me alive.
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