Poem: Face Your Fear

And so the story goes,
the way the river flows,
once a guiding star,
now a burning scar.

Not searching for less
than true happiness.
Followed with persistence,
now turned to resistance.

Avoiding the pain,
in the hope to gain,
freedom of mind,
but the truth is not kind.

Only when love for the light
trumps the fear of the night,
you see the price for awareness
is to feel all that there is.