We went, wanting a word of wonder
“Speak to me gracious counselor”
the words of my breath blown away by the breeze
that bit my skin and made my blood freeze
this breeze came from the face of Fear
who has faithfully followed me
through every moment
He effortlessly eased his echoing voice
into my vulnerable mind
“He has not spoken
He will not speak”
Bouncing back and forth
between the sides of my skull
When a call coming from the closed caverns
of my chest climbed up my throat
and jumped off my tongue
“Give him a chance
He will speak”
I left the lies of liberal logic lying
on the ground
and uncertainty undressed me
of understanding and answers
I walked forward, fear still following
but his voice fading
Then I heard a man whose cries
entered my eyes and echoed
reverberating between my ribs in sync
with every respiration
“Wake up Lion's Heart!
Roam the land in victory!”
I am awake
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