The Companion, The Fear

Fear isn't the enemy of respect.

It's got an uncanniness to it, but it's place where old and young have met.

Where a child might touch a stove,

Hot to fingers and palms, but a venture that might prove bold.

Ignorance is the enemy,

The enemy of life.

It is the thoughtless action which breeds uncentered takes,

Where a youth might be careless,

Might- pick up a gun.

To rob someone for what isn't theirs.

What never should.

And should they find out, what those actions might do,

a gun in the hand might come to undo.

Fear isn't the enemy,

but rather the company of respect.

It's the thing that makes playing with knives,

a dangerous game of suspect.

Suspicion of what could be,

would be or never should be known to be seen.

It's a place where there's no takebacks, no matter what you might mean.

Because what fear brings, is a consciousness of limits.

Without fear to faithfully guide, respect of life might not be in mind.