This is a poem that has touched me deeply in my heart and soul, though I cannot say why, I know turn to it when I need comfort, it has deep meaning to me, and I thought it was important that I share, epsically now in a time of my pain.

 

By Christopher Rice

 

Fear cannot touch me

it can only taunt me

it cannot take me

just tell me

where to go

 

I can eithter follow

or stay in my bed

 

I can hold on to the

things that I know

 

The dead stay dead,

they cannot walk.

The shadows are darkness.

And darkness cannot talk.