My Beloved Fear. I think of the fears we had, How as a youngster they seemed to lay deadly grips on us, How we'd stay cramped in that little conner believing we were safe, How we shared our fears, How our cares shed pure tears, How time struck its deadly blow on our fears, How our cute fears died leaving behind arrogant confidence, And how our bound turned to dust, And how like ghosts, They disappeared, fluttering away like illuminated bats. We stepped into life believing we were invincible, Invincible to fear. Care became what fear was; Something to overcome. We stopped caring, So our fears did seize. Seating in that little corner, I did feel at ease, but I miss my fears, strange? I discovered what I really needed was one to care, and not to fear, I long to care. But in truth, they come in pairs. My cares lead to fear, Its a trick on life's sleeve, Can't have one without embracing the other, Its a load I am forced to bear. : by poetry motion