Swords of Hope

The world contains ounces of love 
That fight tirelessly in the battle of fear. 
 
Each soul loves something. 
Each soul is held by trepidation. 
 
The grip of worry is suffocating. 
The stab of fret pierces the mind. 
 
Everyone is searching for the antidote 
While the world continually ends and begins. 
 
Terror shakes our shelters of hope. 
They crash down with each tragedy.  
 
How can we escape this? 
This fear that freezes our tongues. 
 
Find courage, dear one. 
Slip this thought into the mind of chaos, 
 
Amongst the thorns of worry and torment 
That will surely want to choke it. 
 
Humans created the word fear. 
We have within us the ability to slash it.