Fight or Flight
Black Dog. Stalking me. Matching
every step. Haunting
my shadow. Nanometre
My psyche cringes. Ruin’s
proximity creeping fear
into me. One false move. One
trip. One fall. One turn against
the flow, the stalking dog bites.
And I press on. Walk with fear
behind me. I’ve been knocked down.
I’ve got up. I’ve re-built lives.
Barks are worse. Bites hurt. But fear
of consequence cripples life.
Fear paralyses. Fight? Flight?
There is no flight from living
Life that you can come back from.
So fight. Fight against your fear.
Unoccurred consequence is
There’s nothing you can’t deal with.
Just be. Live on. Fight like us.