“But to fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is another.”
~Katherine Paterson
Seven days I worried long and seven days the wheel stayed
true
my mind flipped and reeled down gravel roads
but knees and elbows stayed clear of any wounds
my eyes see a danger that this world says is just not there
my heart wants so bad to believe it
but my mind remembers fires landslides and bears
vulnerable and uncertainty are like papercuts with alcohol
upon my hands
and I can’t forget the sting or the dash in all my plans
the plane flies too high and the ocean spans too deep
this life is full of risks and near misses
and its earthly gift is not one we get to keep
for seven days I worried long and seven days the baby never
cried
maybe one day I will learn to see through faith’s maroon
glasses
and take the bandana of fear off my nervous eyes!
Sometimes it is so hard not to live in fear, but survivors have a certain resiliency. And we, as poets, tender as we are, possess it and can capture it beautifully in our poems. Which is what I see in your poetry, Carrie~
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