In itself
A poem on Fear, for Real Poetic's mini-challenge.
I know I can't fly
I always jump with two feet
knowing that, at times
I have left the Earth
even for a minute or two.
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Closing my eyes to welcome the darkness,
opening them just the same to see.
The sun peaking over the horizon and knowing
that we are on a spinning ball
in the middle of space.
How do we not float away?
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And thus, I am forced to carry on
regardless of how fearful I feel.
In the dark
or that I might not be anchored
to the world as well as it seems.
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My thoughts are my own worst enemy
as I wrangle them to help me
other than hindering me
Consumed with how much I care
and how pretty it is to think so?
About the Creator
Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Beautiful poem and great entry.
This is so good. I like that you didn’t make this about any one particular thing, because life is full of things we don’t know or understand, and that’s scary. To be alive is to take risks. But with that last line, did you mean pretty or petty?
This was kind of frightening in hindsight like how can gravity do such a. HUGE thing?
Incredibly surreal!