It’s May 2nd! How did Day One go for you? What are you pondering about success?
Those of you who shared poems—thank you! You literally made my day with all of your beautiful, unique poems. I’m so grateful.
Remember, you can join in these daily poem prompts anytime or hop out anytime. You can simply read my poetry if you need it, or you can dive in and write every day—it’s up to you!
Day Two: Fear
I guess the thing is,
it’s not really about the fear itself,
but the life we create based on that fear.
Who do we “other” because of the fear?
What do we let go of because of the fear?
What have we neglected because of the fear?
What dreams have we destroyed because of the fear?
The fear itself is, yes, a monster.
Ask me,
someone who has struggled and communed with fear
my entire life.
Ask me,
and I’ll tell you about the nightmares and
sleepless nights,
the broken relationships and
disembodiment.
Ask me,
and I’ll tell you, even though I’m
afraid.
What does one do with monsters?
We acknowledge them,
and that in itself is power.
We speak to them in our own strength,
and that in itself makes them weak.
We remind ourselves of love,
and that in itself decimates hate.
So, the monster, fear,
can only reach us before we’ve spoken,
before we’ve acknowledged,
before we’ve loved,
before we’ve remembered that we are not alone.
And then, after all the naming and knowing,
after all the loving,
we write poems and give ourselves
and each other
the medicine
to keep going,
even when we are afraid.
The first thing that came to mind
This morning when I woke up
Is how behind her sedated eyes
Might have been this fear—
Fear of losing control,
Fear of being left alone,
Fear of dying.
Yes, I project my own inner turmoil
Onto this furry creature that was my own.
And it’s because she was family
For four (five?) years
That I now wrestle with a gut-knotting fear—
Fear that I let her down,
Fear that I killed her.
And that even though I was there
Till the end
Whispering “you are loved,”
Whispering “you are safe,”
She nonetheless had to cross the veil
Fearing being abandoned.
What shall I do with you?
Put you in a box where you don’t get any air?
Let you trample me like wildebeests?
Throw you again and again into the river?
Alchemize you into anger or a stomachache?
Or sit with you like a crying child and let you feel yourself fully
(which is what I fear most of all)?