The ability to make lifeís boundless
love, intelligence, and bold potential
turtle shrivel to a fearís helplessness
where all and everything is most futile,
is deathís impatient anticipation
of its inevitable victory.
Fear, the dark angelís smothering footman,
devastates creativity deftly
with an all pervasive, constrictive pall
that benumb the possible into the
impossible, where a crippling nightfall
of despair molts into the sole mantra.

But brave lifeís defiant response is when
one door slams shut, another rips open.