do what you do
with lots of love,

for ’tis that
will see you through
and suit you up,
fit like a glove,

the back pushed path
whereon you do
the same with fear
may take you
from the presence of monsters there,

but in the after glow and glare,
take care,

for doing it for being scared
may catch you
and those you hold dear
in a grip
that fits
just like a triggered snare,
which grabs you fierce
with jagged teeth
and traps you deleteriously.

So, breathe,
and open yourself to
the feats you need
or want to do,

and see how light
can enter in,
shone brilliant
and mysteriously.

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