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"