Patience

Let it go, Let it go
it's dripping from the ceiling
and slipping down the walls.
Creeping through the cracks
of the floor
and
passing through my Irises.
 Light is but darknesses
last heartbeat.
Fear not the unknown, take it by the hand
and touch its' unknown raiments.
Are they wet, dry, familiar, uncommon
terrifying...
Does it make you tremble?
Can you smell it? Taste it? Maybe confide in it??
Is darkness a fools slumber
or a mighty Lords' kingdom.
Can we beat it or must we surcomb.
Only one way to find out...
Into the darkest of nights I go
with my eyes wide shut...
like the forest canopy to a logger.
Alone is not my worst fear...Failure is,
I'm six feet from the edge
and am thinking...
Six feet isn't so far down.
They say that there's nothing
to fear but fear itself.
Why is that suppose to be understood?
Or is it just another blind so- called
wiseman's cliche?
Life is like a good cup of 100% pure
Columbian coffee not meant to be drunken
in excess too rough on the stomach...if ya
get my drift.
Monsters, Demons...
all things dark and hostile.
Do I fear them.
Not really,my weapon exceeds
their worst intentions.
There is blood that is not my own.
It runs through my shallow veins and
wreaks great courage upon the havoc
of all dark things...except myself.
What can conquer my dark things?
My foolishness? My insecurities? my forever
abiding idiosyncracies!?!
Oh Father, mercy and grace
grant me that my feet fail not.
My heart grows not weary in well doing.
And that my patience be tried and true.