fear, we think...

This short word somehow touches about every aspect of our lives... Sometimes we think fear ought to be classed with stealing. It seems to cause more trouble. (Alcoholics Anonymous, pages 67-68)

Such a little word, is fear,
yet so totally dominant.
It sneaks in back doors,
breaks down walls, permeates
a favorite chair, crystalizes
in veins. Evil, corroding,
percolating.

Just a little word, is fear,
a relic of resentments, fossil
of disease. Analyzed, identified,
subjugated to trust, turned over
to one greater than, more than,
who gives calmness, serenity —
we laugh with joy and trust,
imbued with courage.

Amazed at gifts received,
we implore fear be extracted,
seek guidance on what to be,
commence to outgrow fear.