Of What I Fear
Death I do not fear
But really I won’t know
Until it has come near.
A spider, snake or rat
Appearing out of nowhere -
Who’d not be scared of that?
But what I fear the most
Is not those things that I can see.
Nor would it be a ghost.
I think that it would be
To live with suffering
And great pain constantly.
So many on this earth
Live with different kinds of aches
And sometimes since their birth!
I’ve tasted of such pain
And known the dread in thinking
It all could come again. . .
I think that it is plain
What I fear is when my joys
Could be outweighed by pain.
Then if death were near,
I’d welcome it, for surely
I would swallow fear.
Written late November 1, 2012
For Tanya Harrington What's Your Fear? Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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