Watching a movie where the main character went to face his fear enticed this poem. I fear grizzly bears, I'm not going out to face one. Facing up to fear has its limits. Enjoying my comfort zone counts big with me.
Life is so dear, yet full of fear. What is your fear, is it far or near? Forget I ask, go ahead in your comfort and bask.
There's plenty of time, for fear to sublime. Unless death comes in the next minute, along with your fear in it. Go ahead and relax, forget the fear tax.
Sooner or later it will collect, so quick there will be no time to correct. Many overcome fears force, others let fear make their choice. Fear can grip, buckle up for the trip.
My biggest fear is I would not die quickly enough and there will be those few seconds I have to say goodbye....I won't be able to do so...and might end up suffering for days in pain and land up in HELL for blaming myself over and over again for things and words unspoken!!
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
My biggies: storms, spiders, closed in spaces...storms the worst.
Excellent write--I've missed you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
good write!
buckle up for the trip.
We best all buckle up these days, Grady.
Love Tinka