Smoke and mirrors
first hide my fears,
but reflection will
expose them.
Sticks and Stones
May break my bones
Tag: fear
Anxiety
What will tomorrow bring?
Beasts of tomorrow
generate more fear today
than their true teeth could.
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What is Love?
Baby, don’t hurt me.
On the edge of a cliff
I stand,
head bowed,
hands clasping
the wrought iron form
of my heart,
not wanting to drop it
but needing to let it fall.
I don’t look
down below.
I don’t dare
try to ascertain
who might catch it
or whether
there is anyone
to catch it at all.
I simply loosen my grasp
and allow it to tumble
from fumbling fingertips
into the unknown.
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