I wrote this a few months after my husband left, when I had really taken a hard look at myself.
Fear Has No Quarter
I fear that fear has been too dear For many a year
Fear of conflict Fear of alienation Fear of enabling Fear of humiliation Fear of being unloved Fear of not being enough
Did I mention I had a lot of fears? Fears of every description Lived within me I was like a deer in headlights Never knowing which way lay danger or safety
Therefore, the Lord saw fit To strip me bare and leave me in a place Where even death has lost its sting Here, fear has no quarter
Me: 57 H: 58 M: 35 T: 38 3 Grown Children; 2 Grand Girls BD: July 2019 He left: January 2020 Summer 2020: "Risen from the pit of despair"