Fear Turns To Fairytale
"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
Are the woods waiting to spring a surprise,
do I hear haunting melodies and cries,
Is there someone hiding behind those trees,
are the woods filled with painfully stinging bees,
I tread slowly for there might be a snake,
my throat is parched, is there a lake?
Are there strange creatures hanging from those firs,
am I hallucinating? My heart is in a stir...
That light ahead, is it fog or a ghostly apparition,
scared I walk on biting my nails, eyes wide open.
Thoughts, then run rushing back to childhood
and suddenly I am brave like little Red Riding Hood.
Fearless of the wolves that’ll cross my path
I surge ahead, with a song in my heart.
Maybe I’ll find a cottage like Goldilocks
with porridge filled in three little pots.
I even might end up with dwarfs seven in number
waiting for a prince while in slumber.
My fears all vanish one by one
the power of nature overwhelms
I look up at the woods in awe and wonder
to God’s fairytale I surrender…
Afroze
for Constances's contest A woodland path
7/6/2011
Copyright © Afroze Ali | Year Posted 2011
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