This stone I carry around with me,
Fear is what some people name it
But for me it always seems nameless, suffocating,
Silent, like an undescribed sunless country.
Another hidden mass in my chest, I feel it
Most when I try to live, to breathe deep and
Then it brings me up short
Like a brick sealed inside, a wedge of empty
Heavy as a meteor and it comes as quick.
My mind will not tell me what to do,
My heart falls miserably silent,
Fearing nothingness, I become nothing
I turn to the light, hoping to become light,
To know something beyond these shadows
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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