I face
and embrace
my fear.
It’s being a motivator,
not a regulator
nor intimidator.
For in staring fear down
I find
I don’t drown.
I open my mind.
I face
and embrace
my fear.
It’s being a motivator,
not a regulator
nor intimidator.
For in staring fear down
I find
I don’t drown.
I open my mind.
I always wondered
what it would be like
to awake from night’s slumber
with a movie star by my side.
I couldn’t wait to see,
so I took a mirror to bed with me!
Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb
Barriers ahead?/
Figure possibilities,/
then do those, instead!
OR
Barriers ahead?/
Imagine the possibile,/
then do that, instead.
I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.
I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.
Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.
I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.
When the world’s taxing,/
I need relaxing. I find/
you are my fine wine.
People with a narrow view
say “There are no walls around you.”
Their vision is ascew,
and simply not true.
My fences
are more subtle defenses.
Insecurity
is what hides me.
My foolish intensity
is what protects me.
The outlandish things I say
push people away.
Since my youth
that’s been my excuse.
When friendships yield treason,
I can say my words are the reason.
Then I never have to say
“They didn’t like ME anyway.”
Rejection’s never a personal afront.
It’s just my words they don’t want.
So I shield and protect myself
as people put my words, not me, on the shelf.
(and that’s an insight into me
that most people rarely see.)
I’m sorry for the intrusion
and adding to your confusion,
but maybe you won’t mind
getting a little behind
if it removes your sad illusion.