the dsm-5 is a thesaurus
for a word we hold too dear.
it has nearly come to define us,
and that little word is Fear.
a precursor to sweet, daunting death,
when did it stop being fight or flight?
now we beat it back with every breath,
while saying: take my power, take my might.
from this day forward, i shall worship birds from below,
who treasure every flower with hearts unbound,
who could never hate hydrangeas behind a window,
or curse the dangerous, cold hard ground.