{"id":3770,"date":"2014-03-21T14:29:11","date_gmt":"2014-03-21T19:29:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=3770"},"modified":"2014-03-21T14:29:11","modified_gmt":"2014-03-21T19:29:11","slug":"fears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/fears\/","title":{"rendered":"Fears"},"content":{"rendered":"

~ Fears<\/strong> ~<\/em><\/p>\n

My greatest fear is injury,<\/em>
\n not an injury to me,<\/em>
\n but to others who I touch<\/em>
\n in deed, or word, it matters not<\/em>
\n nor whether the hurt is real,<\/em>
\n or simply the unheard song,<\/em>
\n of an unseen soul’s appeal,<\/em>
\n every injury, is real…<\/em>
\n even if it is only in a<\/em>
\n dream.<\/em><\/p>\n

The things that make me beam<\/em>
\n the little things, of which I dream<\/em>
\n the unseen sound of souls that sigh,<\/em>
\n the clear essence of two souls that cry<\/em>
\n tears that start their path as joy<\/em>
\n wend their way through guilt<\/em>
\n and by path’s end, are never shed.<\/em>
\n True love lives on, it is never<\/em>
\n dead.<\/em><\/p>\n

No worry that we can’t walk back,<\/em>
\n can’t turn about,<\/em>
\n can’t find that track,<\/em>
\n our footprints fade,<\/em>
\n they must,<\/em>
\n dark dreams crumble into dust,<\/em>
\n face our fears, face the front<\/em>
\n walk toward a future bright<\/em>
\n walk together, in each others<\/em>
\n light.<\/em><\/p>\n

Wonderful memories, illicit,<\/em>
\n delightful dreams, explicit,<\/em>
\n our memories may never fade<\/em>
\n though some cut deeper than any<\/em>
\n blade.<\/em><\/p>\n

The path we walk this way,<\/em>
\n would that holding hands we may,<\/em>
\n as friends fingertips do touch,<\/em>
\n jogging the others memory to breathe,<\/em>
\n that their hearts beneath such love<\/em>
\n don’t crush,<\/em>
\n where we are today…<\/em>
\n is a far better place, than<\/em>
\n yesterday.<\/em><\/p>\n

Rather than dwell in errors past,<\/em>
\n let us form a friendship,<\/em>
\n that will<\/em>
\n last.<\/em><\/p>\n

Eternity awaits, my dear,<\/em>
\n and yes, I will take you,<\/em>
\n there.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n

I hope you enjoyed this poem. If you like lyrical literature, please try Beltamar’s War<\/a>. I can promise you it is nothing like anything you’ve ever read, and I would really appreciate your support.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

~ Fears ~ My greatest fear is injury, not an injury to me, but to others who I touch in deed, or word, it matters not nor whether the hurt is real, or simply the unheard song, of an unseen soul’s appeal, every injury, is real… even if it is only in a dream. The […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[128,154],"class_list":["post-3770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-dreams","tag-fears"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3770","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3770"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3770\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}