“So much to fear.”

So much to fear.
How do I choose?
Everywhere I peer
so many grays
and, ironically, clear
so many blues.

I don’t want to fear.
Something I would choose:
to listen and hear
in so many ways
to be right here
with the voice of a muse.

I do decide not to fear.
That is what I choose.
To raise a cheer
for nights and days,
to cry not a tear,
to see colorful hues.

/ / /

This poem was written in response to Prompt #45 at Poetic Bloomings using the Genesis form.

4 thoughts on ““So much to fear.”

  1. I think sometimes that we DO have control over our fears, can talk ourselves out of them by working through them logically. But at other times fear has no logic, is very real, just IS; and we have to find a way to live with that too. Nice write.


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