Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid because they love you.
Can't tell you because words are blunt objects
brushfires, boulders rolling
and burning and bowling over the thing itself.
Don't be afraid of life and its terrible sprawl.
All those awful years and their seconds ticking
tiny reminders of the end. Don't
be afraid. It's not make-believe.
It's not a play or a trick or pretend.