When
fear sucks in hope,
holds breath, refuses
release, the world seems
to shrink inwards, denying
possibility, promising pain,
gritting brittle teeth
in optimism's face;
then I wait for angels
to whisper thoughts of
comfort, and prod
open lips of despair;
allowing bright
exhale.https://dversepoets.com/2017/07/31/quadrille-37-be-not-afraid/
LOVE this! May we all have guardian angels sitting on our shoulder, who breathes hope into our ear :)
ReplyDeleteA vivid metaphor of a poem. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteGood physical description of fear. My angels live there these days.
ReplyDeleteFear does seem to shrink us inward. I like the need for angels to help with comfort.
ReplyDeleteFear imprisons us in dread. A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near ... so it's said.
ReplyDeletegritting brittle teeth - ouch!
ReplyDeleteFear does engender paralysis, doesn't it?
ReplyDelete"denying
possibility, promising pain,"
Life offers pain, no matter what. Better that that comes with risk than that of inaction.
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I like the waiting for angels to breath hope. Very lovely line that is. Fear can paralyze but it can also propel. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all for taking the time to read and comment. From my first consciousness I knew Fear and it has been my companion for all of my life, but, in more recent times, my teacher.
ReplyDeleteloved the perspective here...first stanza is so beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beauty in those words! Such a delightful and inspiring poem!
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