I didnt like what i wrote about fear last time......so here is the new version, one that is closer to me than the other one
I sit here silent, quiet and still
Staring at the reflection so thin
If it's so hard to just look at me
How hard is it to look within
What am I really scared of?
Is it fear of what I might find?
The straggly wisps of a sinful past
Loom deep within my mind
I see myself as a weathered tree
Shaped and moulded by life
Whose branches are entangled and coiled
By their own internal strife
We hold on to our past actions
Those terrible wars we've fought
We forget that Time heals everything
And Life connects dot to dot
Potent perception is a useless gift
If you cannot point it inside
The entrails of our soul fear the light
As it approaches, they run and hide
Fear appears when we think it can't
Gnawing its way into our souls
The only way to conquer your fear
Is to look right in at what it holds
Jigsaw
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4 comments:
not bad at all-
your other poems hit me deeply - i could feel the pain, rage and envy but fear ??
it is bearly skimming the surface- good symbolism but not powerful poetry
You write like you're a million years old..
wot ye poyum.. wot ye poyum!!! loulee it is being and i disagree wtih anonymous here....
me thinks this one is more spiritual...
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