Poetry: 'Fear: Honesty & Truth'

Fear, I fret, within us all;
a threat, regret, to loom, befall...
I fear the fall from grace,
and so I seek a safer place.

To displace the anxiousness,
I dismiss the opportunities;
toward chance I'm found remiss.
For I would rather save some face
than possibly encounter bliss.

The chase of greatness
is found replaced with
uncertainty; it is bound & silenced,
it abounds in violence—
conflict, judgement, searing eyes—
behind their curtain, curtailed Truth
where Truth abides, as light to lies,
here lay what slay the stay of need-for-proofs,
and what here lay of greed,
where people act & say from need,
and pain-in-private minds accrue.

What proof is required, where candour 'can',
for honest folk in honest land?
In-tu-i-tive-ly know; Here, where the honest sow,
where no self-doubt may sprout,
nor seeds of deceit grow!

A legacy is left.
For without Truth, bereft;
to lead our life in death;
a conscience then beset by what we 'will' not see.
For what we fear to share, is all that comes to bear
When bend-to-break, due what's at stake,
and fearfulness of being judged,
begrudge our Honesty, and make for Coward's stew;
to rue what's been believed—the falsity of we.
To be, or not to be—this cunning we've pursued.