If fear were a color,
it would be black, void and unfeeling.
If fear were a taste,
it would be that of bitter weeds.
If fear were a feeling,
it would be that of suffocating.
If fear were a smell,
it would be that of burning flesh.
If fear were a sound,
it would be the rattle of one’s last breath.
Peace and Love
Elizabeth
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The doctor’s words ripped into my heart he refused to see my fevered baby, the pain like no other I had ever known; I was terrified, so much so, my body shakes uncontrollably. I would not know it then, but his decision sentenced my child to life in a demonic prison created from the fevered mind of a baby.
The Last Chapter 
Powerful words… we all experiences our moments of fear….in paleness of her face……..
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We feel like paralyzed
fear is well… scary
how we decide to fight it
in each of us may vary.
It could be a lot hard
but fear is not indomitable
by being adept at emotions
keen mastery we’ll be able.
Thank God is a feeling
we can overcome fear
we need to subdue it
or crush it with a spear.
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Great poetry LeeSoyer
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Thank you!! 🙂
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Excellent piece.
Reminded me again that we are all so different, and that there are no rights or wrongs when it comes to emotions.
Thank you for following Sound Bite Fiction.
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Thanks for the comment. I look forward to your post. E.
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