Fear & the Two who fell

and Two fell
on this day.
back when
Fear slept.
before we knew
he was vicious.

like a tamed animal,
Fear was content to
circle in his own cage.
restlessness was his
only provided pleasure.

then, when Two fell,
the surface was ripped open.
exposing steel bones.
and, as we arched our necks up,
Fear found his way out.

now, we sit next to Fear.
have him over for dinner.
and, like an annoying house guest,
we are trying to get him to leave

he sits next to our consciousness,
follows us right up to the departure gate,
watches us lie naked in our own bed,
and expects us to not to care
if he ever leaves.

but there are days when
we tell Fear to go to hell.
enough is now enough!
there is no room left at this inn,
because Suffering has become the new house guest

Fear becomes wounded—and
shit!—his cowering brings
me to Compassion's door, and
like a hurt child, I sit next to Fear
and try to explain.

"You do have a place, my friend.
you do serve a purpose.
but you should not ride on Suffering's
back. All you need to do is to walk beside her
and sharpen her stride."

Fear gazed at me in confusion,
(obviously having a meltdown of identity)
but I also saw how he realized
he was never cut out to be a solo act.

Fear still sleeps over from time-to-time,
and now, years after the Two fell,
he reluctantly abides to his purpose and only chats with Suffering.
He tries to offer her ways to check her purpose.

I have to admit that I once eavesdropped on their conversation,
and I swear I heard another Voice telling Another Who Listens,

'Let us keep Fear contained and managed
within Suffering's womb.
Let it's seed keep her fertile, but
never let her become impregnated
with it's Power."

Then I heard Another Who Listens give this Voice a name.
They gloriously called it Love.
And just how Lucinda has written so beautifully
"Love is a weapon, love is a lesson
love is a mighty sword..
That's why we keep on believing in Love"
It was then, for the first time, I cried so very hard.

so today, as I watch and listen about the Two who fell
I let Love sit beside me, not Fear.
We both sit arm-in-arm on the couch that Fear once possessed.
We let our backs lay against the pillows of Suffering
and allow Fear to be only an ottoman of Truth.