Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Free verse

Afraid To Fly

Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against the earth.
When do I fall?
                    I should be enjoying the ride.
                              I’ve always been afraid to fly…
                                       
 afraid of what’s below and all the spaces between –
                          maybe afraid of me.      
How old will I be when the spinning stops?
I’m getting dizzy, feeling faint…
Minute by minute, I count down – 10, 9, 8…
I’m surely not alone!

Words ground me…yes, I’ll write a poem.
Every letter’s like a hum in my head –
notes in a never ending song.

I’ll write a poem for you and only you.
A poem you’ll never read
               because you think you know me.

You think you know my song.
Perhaps, if you took the time to really read,
you’d find a little piece of me…carry it in your pocket
like a treasure to behold.

I’m spinning out of control…you don’t know, you don’t see.

Only God knows why…help me God enjoy the ride.

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Tom Cunningham May 28, 2020 at 6:05 PM I could sense your fear Rhonda, I know you feel like you have no control and you are in a situation where you have no say in the matter. I suppose you have tried everything to take your mind off it like reading and listening to music, hopefully in time you will overcome your fear. Well written verse. Tom Rhonda Johnson-Saunders May 28, 2020 at 7:09 PM Thanks for visiting this one, Tom. You definitely hit the nail on the head. it's the feeling of being out of control combined with the fear of heights that's unbearable. I do plan on flying again, though. I want to live in Europe one day so I do have to face my fear.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 9, 2015 at 3:31 PM Rhonda, I especially like: "Words ground me. I'll write a poem." Poetry has been my loyal friend. More therapeutic than legal or illegal drugs. Years ago I decided to put my Creator before any earthly man, and things began to fall into place in abundance. Thank you for info on Dr. Ram. Sooner or later we learn honesty. namaste!

Monterey Sirak February 7, 2015 at 9:05 AM Now this is brilliant poetry! Emotionally moving from beginning to end. I absolutely love "A poem you'll never read because you think you know me" How many times do we read but not understand?

Arlene Smith February 6, 2015 at 10:55 AM No, dear friend, you are not alone... I never learned to enjoy the ride.. Often wish I had a do over.... Hugs for another beautifully expressed piece..

Constance La France February 6, 2015 at 9:04 AM Rhonda, this poem is sensational and impressive, I like this type of layout, my kind of poem and yes you are correct in my name but after being hacked a while back, I do not use my real name on computer sites and thanks for visiting my poetry ~~

Liam Mcdaid February 5, 2015 at 6:35 PM truly excellent pen rhonda very beautifully painted dear pal love the imaginary used

M. L. Kiser February 5, 2015 at 3:34 PM That ride can be rough, but everything stops spinning at some point. Great imagery.

Emile Pinet February 4, 2015 at 7:51 AM Life is a ride and we have no control of the destination or what course it will set. We are all along for the ride and the best we can do is try and choose who shares the seat next to us...sometimes it seems that your stop will never come as you see your friends depart leaving you to envy their completion of the journey before you, but you persevere and enjoy all there is to be had before your stop arrives. Well written. Emile. #7

Jack Horne February 3, 2015 at 3:10 PM lovely write with a beautiful last line. Actually had a little snow here - it melted as it hit the ground but I was like a kid at Christmas, LOL.

Arthur Vaso February 1, 2015 at 11:22 PM Imagine if you was a fly, it would be even worse!!!!!! :) Hugs!

Constance La France January 31, 2015 at 4:11 PM Rhonda, your free verse is beautifully flowing and full of wonder and wonderful words and lines, well done and thanks for visiting my poetry ~~

Poet Destroyer A January 31, 2015 at 3:46 AM A wonderful write Rhonda, Do enjoy and share your heart. Always a pleasure to read...LINDA

Andrea Dietrich January 30, 2015 at 9:14 PM wow, you are so amazing. Another one to fave from you. I just never realized how good you were until you came back to us. you are taking the place of Susan Adams for me. She was such an amazing poet with free verse too. I sure do miss her.

David Meade January 30, 2015 at 4:14 PM What a gripping love poem . . . what pain we feel when someone we love deeply does not see the "real" me . . . our world shakes and we are dizzy. This poem has great depth and feeling . . . a strong vulnerable voice . . . . a prayer of faith. One of my favorite of your works. 7

Eileen Manassian January 30, 2015 at 10:33 AM Absolutely thrilling!!! Rhonda!!! Loved this piece. How beautiful...You have such a way with words...Only God knows why! Yes...It's true. He knows us better than we know ourselves...after all we are his handiwork. Hugs Oh....Love the format as well...really gave credence to the words.