Terrors flow like seasons,
Migrate like birds,
Grow as they’re fed,
By a cruel twist of culture,
Terror is abhorred,
Which creates terror
At the thought of being terrified.
In the hearts of the meek,
Who inherit the terrors
of their fathers,
And so are they kept meek.
The strong are those who mask their terrors,
Behind calluses.
Meekness covered by such tough hides,
They succeed
In losing that
Which they were.
Truth is meek
And firm
But hidden
By callus
Of fear
Of fear.