Without Fear

A man struggling to find purpose, and to live a passionate, humble human experience.

Fear made me into a lion,
But sometimes I want to be a house cat.

What a life to live to see myself in you,
For that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.

I’m afraid of words, yet I crave a voice—
One I feel was taken by smoke and fire.

I died in this fire, but now I see air,
And it bends not to my will, but for you.

I don’t have to be Hemingway to find my way,
I just have to be me, your match made in Heaven.

When I think of you, I think of all,
And I remember myself above it all.

The path to you is full of fear,
But it’s one I will gladly take—
Not just for you, but also my own sake.

You didn’t let me go,
So I won’t dare let fear.

Let me be afraid, as long
As that fear brings me closer
To you, my canary and rose gold.

© 2022 Arthur Gulumian