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Writing 101 Day 17: Fear

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The Things I Fear

I am afraid of many things; indeed I have many fears.

Sometimes I fear what I can’t see or the sounds that I do hear.

I fear loud percussion thunderstorms rippling through the sky;

I also fear zigzag flashes of lightening searing through the night.

I fear snakes, lizards and all sorts of crawling and slithering reptiles

As well as spiders, ants and beetles creeping across the floor tile.

I can expel a harrowing scream if a bat flies in flapping its wings;

they swish like soft blades in the night

and I still hear him even when out of sight.

I also screamed, frightening my mother terribly

when stung by a buzzing, angry bumble bee.

I fear traveling in the winter in the freezing rain, drizzle or snow;

I also fear the screeching, howling wind as the harder it blows.

Sometimes I fear strange scratching noises and thumps in the night

For once in the darkness, a loud scraping branch gave me such a fright.

I fear large animals living and hiding in the woods and the land;

I take care to travel, walk and hike in safety as much as I can.

I fear unexpected accidents as I journey and wander along the way.

For once I was painfully injured when trapped in deep mud one fine day.

The muddy plain had behaved like sinking quicksand holding me fast

And taking all of my strength and might to pull free at long last.

I fear other people and the unkind comments they sometimes make

Trying their best to be hurtful and make sure I feel alone, not wanted, and unsafe.

Or they like to point out all of my flaws in life; for not one comment is enough

But must make certain that I know I am unworthy, and fully inadequate.

For then i may choose to hide myself and my feelings in a little room

where I feel safe from the world in my private and tiny cocoon.

Often I fear tomorrow; not knowing what it may bring.

I fear the mysterious future; being so unclear, so uncertain.

I fear trekking on this obscure and bumpy pathway through this road of life

Where darkness tries to overwhelm me and so I strain to see the light.

But no matter what I fear today in this life in its many uncertainties,

I know Jesus is in my heart and my future with him is hope and eternity.

Hiding in a Cocoon

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I’m trying to beckon that person deep inside of me.

I’m yearning to share myself with others, you see.

I’m trying to spread my wings but there isn’t any room.

I am so shy and nearly too late, I’m trying to grow and bloom.

Is there anyone out there?

 I anxiously wonder.

Does anyone see me hiding in my little cocoon?

I wistfully peek out at the sky, sun and moon

When afraid, my voice is but a lonely squeak.

And no one hears when I meekly speak.

My ears are of little help

As I miss a few syllables.

I come out and strain to hear what others have to say

I try to guess and find I’m wrong, oh, what a tearful day.

When I find I’m in error I receive an unkind scorn

And I hurt inside because I truly mean no harm.

So back into hiding I go; back into my little cocoon

Where there is no room to grow and no room to bloom.

A special note about this poem; my need to “hide” at times is often due to my extreme shyness in some social situations.  I just become incredibly quiet and my hearing impairment also interferes. I do have hearing aids but they do not help in every situation. While the hearing aid amplifies someone I want to hear, it also amplifies every sound around me and the voices I want to hear get lost in the noise around me.