PAD Challenge Day 23: pHoBiA
PAD Challenge Day 23: Write a fear poem.
I fear telling you my fears.
You might laugh into tears.
Everything seems funny today.
People's pain, illness, struggles, lost, even their foul play.
I fear writing this poem.
Fear that my pen would
die before the words are born.
Fear I might get overwhelmed and cry
just thinking about my fears having more life than I.
I fear sitting still or sleeping too long;
Seems too close to comforting death.
I fear going blind;
Limited chances to see my last dream come alive.
I fear going deaf;
Mute to the sounds of music, ocean's waves or my own breath.
I fear growing old alone.
No holy matrimony;
A pledge of allegiance to my soulmate.
No extended legacies;
Strong gemstones like an Onyx and Diamond
running through my home
for me to feed them
the wisdom I'd inherited
and the knowledge I've obtained.
I fear tomorrow if I don't attempt to do better than today.
I fear time because it's always ticking and tocking away.
I fear I may lose my memory.
I fear I may lose my heart as my prettiest accessory.
I fear to wake up and not have anymore fight left in me.
I fear I may lose my breath for being
black, a woman, plus size, intelligent--
a quadruple threat or anything they may picture me less of.
But the greatest of all these things,
I fear God above.
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