You Can Smell The Fear
The smell of fear is real.
The air is full of it. It's oozing out of the pores of the masses and quite possibly, it's contagious.
We’re afraid to breathe.
We’re afraid to speak.
We’re afraid of hugging.
We’re afraid to touch.
We’re afraid of our neighbors, and suspicious too.
We’re afraid of our families.
We’re afraid of our shopping bags, library books and our mail.
We’re afraid of a package delivered to our door.
We’re afraid of people walking on the street and children playing in the park.
We’re afraid in our homes and afraid to go outside.
We’re afraid not to be afraid.
We’re suspicious of anyone who isn’t afraid.
We’re more likely to die from the stress of constant fear than we are to die from the thing we are told we are supposed to be afraid of.
How do you live?
How do you want to live?
Poem for the Eihwaz Rune
I come to see
sacred yew of life
songs of renewal
who will I become
through willing sacrifice
self to self
fearing the end
I forget to live
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