Fear
There is a door at the end of the moment.
At your signal everything you know pushes against it
and it is not enough
and when your knowledge comes back to you
shaken, injured by the force of your will
that is fear. Do not pretend you fear the unknown.
What you know has suffered and the damage
is what you feel. You must take them back
in your arms and understand them again
as if you never knew these things
and in a moment’s time the door
will be behind you
Translations from the English 
I just wrote a comment, Jeff, and I fear it did not post. I also fear if I comment again, there may be two of the same.
I shall leave those two doors behind me, like so:
This is not just poetry, Jeff. It is soul support.
Hey, Ann! That is a comment worth reading twice, and I’m honored by it. Thank you.
There is such an incantational power in this poem, JS, that I’d better print it out and keep it somewhere handy for an hour of need. I’ve learned how to liberate myself from fear but every so often, I forget how easy it is.
Thank you, SJ. That sure means a lot.
Jeff, I’m going to share this one on Facebook.
Thanks CF! Hope you guys are well and warm.
We’re frozen … like they say on Mod Squad … solid.