I see people running away.
Clouds descend and I see them no more.
I wonder what my fate will be.
Should I hide from the danger in fear?
Would it be better to stand and risk all?
I ask my friends for guidance.
They have faced these storms before.
Some are battle scarred but they are safe today.
I hear danger coming near.
What will I decide?
My pride may be shattered by that hidden power.
I wait bravely and full of hope.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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