Perceptions of Fear

Frightened aboutface when fronted feelings;
fear, fury, and forlorn are thought better served with spoon of silence. But dead air only feeds the heart’s doldrums, A cork can’t contain–
the encumbrance enlarges, envelopes him entirely until pressure preeminent presses
against the pursed lip.
Explodes.

Valiant brave their vulnerability; fear, fury, and forlorn tamed from lion to lamb if confronted. Challenge only strengthens the heart’s beating, A cork can’t contain– The power love can contain, it shines from her soul’s lamp brightly only multiplying as it goes forth

against the closed hearts.

Blooming.