Barred Politics of Fear

For far too many…

Ghosts of experience,
Pain once felt,
Forever present,
Lurk in one's mind-cave.

Refracting light
Mirrored on all sides,

Even while concealed beneath ethereal fog,
Huddled with festering scabs of trust abandoned,
Patience anticipates the hour glass of courage draining.

 Shades of agony
Parade in shadows,
As sands of time and space
Await to trigger even more fear,
Knowing such torturous weaponry
Remains far greater than pain itself.

Easing forth as doubt and despair,
Dread enters theses reflective walls,
Invisible to light,
Empty of its own reflection,
Its image but a moist acknowledgment
Inside the arm's cavity,
Beneath the groin.

 Thus enters the mystical,
Initiating birth of reverence,
Impelling us to love the most,
That personage who loves us most.

 Hence the eidolon rises,
Hooking any and all on holy dread
From teachings unsolicited
By a lamb of duplicitous intent.

Yet…

 Like the wolf we never see,
The tornado never heard,
The smoke without odor,
Emotions too can be elusive,
Even though never void of reality.

For the fortunate…

Feelings being of cognitive strength,
Overcome such dominance,
Evading emotion's fear,
Breaking out from shackles and bars
Into rational passion's embrace,
Where one's mind
Remembers well the once dank prison of fears
Now but an enigma wandering about aimlessly.