Hear Her Fear

When her sacred fear lands

In your profane-stained hands

Do not shift, cover, pretend

All that is false will out in the end

Hold her hand, stand, in vulnerability

Your mortal integrity, witness to her agency

Surrender your vision

To her intuition

Her heart knows your stars

So give it permission

When your doom draws this near

Please, listen to hear

As it sings, pure and true

Her “fear” has feathers too

.pete rezac