Fear

There is a man

who hurts because he is hurting.

He creates danger for those who surround him

without apprehension for reasons he

has not yet accepted.

He is a melting pot

of anxious decisions,

open wounds,

ignorance,

powerless authority, and

fear. I used to fear him.

The man

with the scars on his Iris

that pierce my confused hatred for him is broken

internally.

Cracked.

Vulnerable

to the salt thrown into his vision,

he will regurgitate negativity

while radiating pain.

Reflect on that radiation

to find the sore he so willingly covered​

instead of healed.

Do this, and you will understand his being

without being in his presence.

Then, when you meet again,

transfer healing to the sore that lies

beneath his scarred Iris.

As a soul repaired,

you have completed your ​journey of fear

and exchanged​ it's continuity

for growth.

Your task is complete.