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.
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