The Face I fear Losing

The face I fear losing is fraught with a fallacy filled mask

That foreshadows the fatal fragile self

Fretted and fettered into becoming a frazzled Frankenstein

In fidelity I freely frolic in frenzied freedom of fear

Around the forlorn-ed flutes and forgotten flowers I forget to find the frequency of finding the humble fissure fixed and free from the foreboding fright of being found out as a fraud of forgiveness

I freeze in funk as the phobia of fake flesh fixes itself and will not fall away

I flinch and freeze as I fight the vexing pins and needles of re fixing the mask I fear losing

For finding the well founded facts I must let the mask fall way

Forget the fallacy of fatal fragile fissures

And stay fixated to the truth of self

Becoming a reformulated Frankenstein full of jubilant festivities

As I focus on the fanfare and framework of forgiving and becoming the fore-longing of fun and fancy free

I feast and frolic with the fanfare on fields of folk dancing and foxtrotting

For I have fought the Good fight and have been named victorious

As I have comprehended the fathoms of losing the faulty mask

I fear to lose

Forever yours, Forever Free