A coward I cannot be,
Not when so much fear inhabits me.
Fear that feeds and fuels a weary soul.
A fear that drives away the cold.
Questions unanswered in the dark.
Perhaps now I won’t be torn apart,
Blood curtailing fear,
Thrusts me here.
A force likened to none,
To strong with which to contend
Life to my bones,
And purpose to my feet.
Without it now I would die,
There would be no reason for me to try.
Try to live without it now,
And I will surely bow.
Bow a loser’s knee,
To life’s humility.
Without true fear,
I have nothing to hold dear.
Thought to be lost here and now,
Forever I bow to fear’s life here; now.
by Ryan Wormald