Bowed With Fear

Oh fear, why dost thou persist?
You are a most unwelcome guest – On your departure, I must insist!
You came as a comfort, I must admit –
the comforting weight of a blanket.
On my shoulders you have sat,
offering protection – you would insist.
You soaked up my tears,
unbeknownst to me –
growing heavier and heavier.
Now I am bowed over
and yet unable to bow before my King.


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