How can I not be afraid to die, yet not live to love?
Steven Releford
Heavy tears falling from the skies a wet disguise
Fear patrolling the streets targets: courage imagination and peace.
Hiding in the darkest of brights, wounded but neva die.
Fear just shot imagination in the face
Hit peace and broke its leg while
Courage was lying sick in bed. Fear shouts, “black and white!”
But color is in our sights grasp
For our eyes aren’t black and white.
Stand to your feet
As fear is no match for all of we.
To see more of Releford’s work, check out FIVE Vol. 1 No. 12.
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July 16, 2025
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