Fear trickles down our neck,
fear of how to survive,
fear of all falling apart,
fear of suffering--
our own,
those we love,
those we don't even know--
fear for the planet,
fear for the future,
fear rises in our bellies,
fear dances in our brains,
& then we remember--
where are we going, ultimately?
Everything changes form, eventually,
so breathe,
fear is like smoke,
rising & dissipating,
twirling into the atmosphere,
look at the skies--
all is released,
all becomes clear.
I think you have touched a very raw note here.
"those we love
those we don't even know -
fear for the planet
fear for the future
fear rises in our bellies,
fear dances in our brains"
I wish I could be more like Uilleam - I try - but fear for my loved ones still "dances in my brain"
- so I will breathe
Well done Helene for a sensitive and relevent poem
Hélène, I refuse to be ruled by fear, to be ruled by those who literally make a living and profit from fear-mongering.
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M.C. Newberry
Tue 20th Dec 2022 11:12
A parable for the age perhaps. We seem to have encouraged
a world, which, unlike that which our immediate forebears knew
and dealt with so stoically, is hardly comparable in terms of
risk, loss and grief on a daily basis. Indeed, it appears that there
is some strange need to invent a state of ongoing alarm and
despondency for whatever reason, actively encouraged by those
career controllers - politicians and their various hangers-on in
search of funding and influence. Save us from those who vex
our very existence.