To ride the sea is a blessing and a curse
huddle of gulls, starfish darts from nowhere
lending frolic to breakers, they traverse
in mystic laps with colored bubbles so rare.
Toes swivel a distance and I immerse
from lush of causeway,joy beyond compare;
Yet once, twice, wild torrent did choke my lungs
Sinking into deep foams, into waves’ tongues.
I awake on hammocks of flowers by the shore
and from a verdant terrain, chirps enthrall,
riddling my anxious glides with fairways adored
but the fear -thrill of waters makes me stall
as gnashing of rapids pounds on heart’s core,
Dread, dread of drowning swallows breaths whole.
And though tingle of far crests still delights
I’d rather spin on waysides without fright.
Tanya Harrington’s What’s Your Fear Contest
by nette onclaud