Tritina For a Beloved One

I watch a maddening display of fear.
Small anxious eyes peer out from sallow shades
while trembling at the thought of future change.

We are the children of eternal change
despite a long companionship with fear;
yet, hues of hearts come in uncounted shades.

If we should be reduced to bitter shades
the feats of ancestors, my dear, would change.
Shake off the ruthless mantle of your fear!

Rich shades of fear—stitched into
skin—must change.

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