Matilda's Tale
Sometimes the Scariest Thing is Being Too Scared to do anything
Matilda Bagshot never left her home
She ate the plants in her garden
Read the books she wrote
And vowed she wouldn't roam
Because, although she would never admit
Matilda was afraid
Afraid of who she might meet
And what they would say
Of the Things she would see
Who she might be
What if her heart broke?
Or what if she ran into bad folk
And this fear stopped her feet
It stifled her dreams
And never let her leave
Through the cold and through the heat
Matilda stayed
Until was old and dull
Alone with her regrets
Finally, on her last day
She got up
bones creaking like old swing sets
And walked to town
Saw children laughing and running in the street
And Matilda smiled
For the first and last time
Her last words are
Still written on her gravestone
Fear is the Devil in your heart
Never let him win.


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