These ancient fears are getting older.

With nowhere for them to grow.

I’ve tried to calm them when I hold her.

And say it’s best that you don’t know.

We aren’t getting any braver.

It’s more human than disease.

Tell myself that faith will save her.

There’s a doubt I think she sees.

I’m ok, I don’t try to hide it.

There’s a freedom in this fear.

I am sitting now beside it.

I may even shed a tear.