Everyone is afraid,
Of disrupting
The natural order of things,
In their little world.

Nobody really admits
That this fear exists,
In a corner of their heart,
Or mind, or wherever it is,
That these things take root.

But it is perchance why,
Such things as faith,
Or even the lack thereof,
Came into being.

Those who believe
In a greater power,
Refuse to let go,
Even for a wee bit,
For what if this power
Got upset, and unleashed fury
All over their little world?

And those who don’t,
You know… believe in the greater power,
Sat in clouds or beyond,
Hold on to their belief,
In that lack of belief,
As that’s the thing that holds,
Their little world afloat.

But if a little world,
Should someday shatter,
Not from lack of care,
But despite it,
The mantle of belief,
Or its lack thereof,
Is discarded,
And in its stead,
Is left behind,
A broken shell,
Of what was once,
A promise.

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