Fear

9/7/14

by Janae Dunn

Fear is hands pressed against a clear window.

Fear is a sea of stars swimming over the tip of Mount Everest.

Fear sounds like “I love you.”

Fear feels like a long, warm-blooded hug-safe and promising.

Fear is blue skies, a trophy case, a golden arrow shot in the dark. 

isn’t it, Almighty?

Why is Fear always a garden in full bloom?