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Fear, You Don’t Get the Final Word
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Because the Cross already spoke louder.
Fear,
you don’t knock.
You barge in.
Uninvited. Unwanted. Unrelenting.
You crawl into hospital rooms
and whisper worst-case endings.
You sit in empty chairs
and remind me who’s not coming back.
You stand over unpaid bills,
laughing at my “faith.”
You even slip into my prayers,
turning every Amen into What if…
You wear many masks.
Sometimes you pretend to protect me.
Sometimes you sound like “caution.”
But I know you now—
you’re not a shield.
You’re a thief.
You rob joy before tomorrow even arrives.
You strangle peace with possibilities that may never happen.
You bury me alive with shadows that don’t even exist.
But listen—
you don’t own me.
Because there was a day
you were dragged to a hill called Calvary.
You watched Love bleed.
You watched Hope suffocate.
You thought you had the final word.
But then,
Jesus spoke:
“It is finished.”
And in that breath,
your chains shattered.
Your throne cracked.
Your lies lost their voice.
So, Fear,
scream all you want.
Knock at midnight.
Sit heavy on my chest.
Fear, your voice ended on a Friday.
Resurrection stole your echo
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About the Author
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
