WHEN FEAR IS A COWARD
there are different shapes of fear
it can come with any forms
there is this fear who hunts
at your back
in the dark
it creeps and follows your shadow
the fear that keeps eye on you
but never showed up
she hates that kind of fear
---- she thinks it is a coward.
she respects naked fears
fears who attack you at front
it gives you dignity to fight back
it gives you no choice
not to run
but to face it
who knows
the hunted shall be brave
and fear shall be haunted
- Artemis
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HER
PoetryJUST HER. Her mind. Her soul. Her everything. Her is a collection of short poems and random thoughts featuring different soulful names.
