Fear Rising
Fear Rising
People from here
People from there
People coming
from everywhere
And wouldn't it nicely be
If it were something
as simple as thee
And yet today
I know it is not
For fear likes keeping
me stuck in this spot
Fear rises, and creeps,
strangles, stops me cold
Says poetry is just
a sport for the old
Not reaching for a
dream foretold
Not declaring myself
strong and bold
Can I change my tune?
Can I come from a new field?
Can I dance with my fear?
Strike a new deal?
Poetry allows me to stretch
And discover
New lands not yet seen
New possibilities now brother
And Fear, it is there too
Like to hold me in place
Keep me small
Kick dirt in my face
That battle I am told
may not end with the band
All is well I declare
And from that I will stand
And now I turn and
give you the pen
Write 100 words or fifty
Or maybe just ten.
Inquire, just start
Put pen where it lands
Don't worry about me
I won't be in the stands
I will be on the court
With a Dream not yet told
That's me declaring
I am strong and I'm bold
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