Of What I Fear

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

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