Sunday, March 15, 2015
#Fear Fleshed Out
#FEAR FLESHED OUT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Perched
on this precipice
ascending
rapidly
from
blackened
ashes
molded,
into
a
solid
craggy
Mountain
High
above the ocean,
the speed of which
stripped
me
bare
of robe--
nearly
peeled
back
my onion skin.
I climbed this mount
turned mountain.
Took
the steep steps
of
"can't"
"ain't good enough"--
often repeated
snide,
wicked,
constant,
projecting
me
higher and higher;
past
any
silver linings.
*
First I floated
on a lake of crystal clear
rippled waters,
which
Could
quench my thirsty soul.
Then
Drown
I
almost
did
bobbing and thrashing,
frantic
on the
agitated waves
of cannonball
performers.
*
I
Permitted
a drift;
so why glance
for a sail?
(Do I really
desire
Salvation?
What
exactly
Is this place
called
Hell?)
*
I
took
the steps
escaping the whirling
whispers--
sudden
blessed efforts
to inspire.
Poignant
sweet
musings
that
plucked at my core;
mimicked stroked strings
of the harp
to pacify
my
bleating
heart.
And
Yes,
Light
seeped through
semi-slanted,
dusty
blinds;
Truly
sprouted
blossoms
on this crusty soiled floor.
Though,
across
windows
(double-paned)
in flight free
and easy,
birds in abundance,
More
Beautiful
appeared;
their varied sounds
garbled.
Their melodies unclear.
*
I climbed those steps
way above those birds;
Above that ocean.
I climbed higher
even when
my legs grew heavy
in the exertion.
Now?
I lie--cold and frozen.
Now?
I will shut
my tired eyes,
just a tiny while
Dozing....
till--
THE END.
Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.
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