Fear of Man (Poem)

Fear Of Man

Proverbs 29:25

You said “fear of man” is a snare.

How can one create a new thing,

produce a heartfelt piece,

when fears in the heart.

Fear stops the creative flow.

It hinders the ability to produce what is waiting to be born.

It suffocates the voice.

It paralyzes the movement.

It binds the hands from the work it would do.

Science proves such to be true.

Fear aborts what wants to be born.

Comfort zones are lullabies.

Thoughts engulfed with dread by the consequence.

The fear of man’s cruel words,

opinionated, cancelling words.

Jaw clenched, neck tightened,

a wrestling for what wants to be born.

Opinions, debates, character attacks.

Will it live or will it die?

The line has been drawn.

The war is not won out there somewhere.

Not with flesh and blood.

It’s all within the war is waged,

in the depths of the heart.

To be silent and still,

remain small, and obscure?

Or live open, and free,

abandoned, and tall.

Win the war.

Be victorious.

The war for creativity,

The war for the voice.

The war for words,

for work yet to be born.

The well is deep,

Dig deep.

Draw it out.

Work hard.

Offer it freely.

The world is silently waiting for its birth.