I'm fraughting with fear
Fear of rise in temperature
Fear of sinking blood pressure
Fear of developing a lump
Fear of a funny happy jump
Fear of cough and cold
Fear of every pain untold
Fear of burns in throat
Fear of blood and bloat
Fear of lump in the chest
Fear of throb in the heart
Fear of pain in the tummy
Fear of puking after eating yummy.
Fear of needles
Fear of plasters
Fear of pills
Fear of fluids
Fear of oxygen pipe
Fear of nebulization mask
Fear of blood reports
Fear of monitor bleeps
Fear of critical unit walls
Fear of emergency calls
Fear of dying without living
Fear of nothing that siezed my everything
Where has this fear come from?
When in my brave soul has it taken form?
I win the palm battling with it
Still, it comes back without any guilt
The reason for its popping up I pretty well know
It does take shape whenever my health goes low.
I haven't knowingly blightened my body, I swear
But an unexpected illness always like a crown I wear.
Rushing to the doctor many a time
Germinated in me this fear for a lifetime
Now it's time I take the sword
And hit on its back oh! so hard
Come what may, I'll not succumb to it
A candle of courage in me I have lit.
It's time to take the nerve and cut its throat
To wield a dagger as its antidote
How long on my head will it sit?
No, no not anymore will I be guided by it.
Copyright © Swetha Vangaveti | Year Posted 2019
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