Forty years in the wilderness
Should have been forty days
But for fear
Fear is a liar
It traps us in the wilds
Wandering without hope
Not realizing fear itself
Is the only thing we need fear
Listen to courage
Enter your promised land
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, my all-time favorite poetry prompt. This week Kim is looking for 44-word poems including the word wild or some form thereof. Head on over and try it out. Or just read some great Quadrilles by going to the Mr. Linky box.