fear, like a leech
has fiercely attached
to my heart
sucking life from my soul
threatening, once again
that reliance on the creator who provides
suggesting that it is me
my self, who sustains my being
it is trust, that salt that spices
or hope, that soap that cleanses, that
(will release the grip of the parasite)
it leaves not its ugly teeth on me
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