I Shall Not Be Afraid

Have you ever missed an unpleasant emotion, such as missing someone?  I have.  Sometimes feeling that emotion is a good thing, because it means there is still hope.  When you miss being able to miss that special person, you'll know what I mean; it's far worse.
Today's poem is like that; back around the turn of the century (1900, not 2000,) there were two well-known poets who got married.  Joyce Kilmer served in WWI, and was killed in action, right at the height of his poetic career.  His wife, Aline Kilmer, wrote this poem after his death.  
She conveys with it the feeling of wishing for fear, for that would mean that the worst had not yet happened, and there was something left to fear for.  In other words, she wished that hope was still there to be found.
I don't know if any of what I've said will make sense to those reading this, but this poem really hit home for me.  Let me know your thoughts about it.

I shall not be afraid any more,
Either by night or day;
What would it profit me to be afraid
With you away?

 Now I am brave. In the dark night alone,
All through the house I go,
Locking the doors and making windows fast
When sharp winds blow.

 For there is only sorrow in my heart,
There is no room for fear.
But how I wish I were afraid again,
My dear, my dear!

Aline Kilmer