Redefining Fear © Association for Psychological Science

Primal Fear

In the womb all is well,

comfort is keen, life is swell.

Imagine the shock,

when we come out.

The cold air hits us,

and noises shout.

We cry in fright,

until we find rest,

and comfort at,

our mother's breast.

Loud noises and falling,

are our innate fears.

We overcome those,

in the coming years.

But there are things,

that cut us, creep us,

and things that burn.

That make us itch,

for relief we yearn.

Things that are slimy,

things that might strike,

things that might bite us,

sneak up in the night.

So many things,

conjuring up our fears,

we learn from scary stories,

down through the years.

Mastery of fears,

is part of becoming mature.

But some fears haunt us,

and we can never be sure.

But the greatest fear of all,

that grows as we age,

is the time of our demise,

when we leave life's page.

Promise of an afterlife,

full of peace and good cheer,

woos many into religious promise,

as a way of escaping fear.

But I have chosen another path,

the peace and quietude of death.

for I have lived my life to the fullest,

every day until my last breath.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

2/21/19

You can read this poem at my website here.