A Visit to Fear…
Here I am yet again
in that dark place called
FEAR.
But it is actually quite
safe and comfortable here
after all, I've been here
so many times before.
I created it- my special
place to work out my
stuff.
I can acknowledge it, say
hello, and sit and have
some lengthy discussions
on why I came back here.
I settle in and pour a cup
of tea.
I haven't been here in so
long,
as evidenced by
the cobwebs draping the
corners,
and I blow the dust off
some of my old fears,
just to reminisce.
It gives me courage to see
those old fears
laid in the light;
to recollect that they
were all about the same thing,
my uncertainty of the
future,
and "what comes next",
and "but what if...".
The same old nonsense.
Rhetorical questions, all.
So it is time to go.
I stand up tall and proud,
and I embrace FEAR,
to say thank you for the time,
the conversation, the tea.
And as I walk to the portal,
I turn and take another
look around, longingly,
I've learned so much here,
worked through so many
trials,
that it is like leaving a
friends house.
I'd love to stay, but it
is time to go...
and I step out into the
real world...
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