It can bring out your fight, Or fuel your flight. It can be of darkness, Or of light. An uncomfortable feeling, emotional blight, taking over when you hear bumps in the night. There’s a quote from FDR to pull from the shelf: ‘The only thing we have to this, is this itself’

I twist, I turn, I grip with might, I can twist a bolt or at hearts with plight.

Bunnies that build up when time flies. Ashes to ashes, change my first to R, I eat metal.

I give and take A fine line between faith and recklessness You stand more to lose A zero sum game I am

Above your brow, Move me right to left, A decoration, To show you're deft.