Thursday, August 13, 2015

Fear Fleshed Out






Sunday, March 15, 2015


#Fear Fleshed Out


#FEAR FLESHED OUT
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Perched
on this precipice

ascending
rapidly

from
blackened
ashes

molded,

into
a
solid
craggy

Mountain

High

above the ocean,

the speed of which

stripped
me
bare

of robe--

nearly
peeled
back

my onion skin.

I climbed this mount
turned mountain.

Took
the steep steps
of
"can't"

"ain't good enough"--

often repeated

snide,
wicked,
constant,

projecting
me

higher and higher;

past 
any
silver linings.

*

First I floated
on a lake of crystal clear
rippled waters,

which

Could

quench my thirsty soul.

Then
Drown
I
almost
did

bobbing and thrashing,

frantic

on the
agitated waves

of cannonball
performers.

*

I
Permitted
a drift;

so why glance
for a sail?

(Do I really
desire
Salvation?

What
exactly

Is this place
called
Hell?)

*

I
took
the steps

escaping the whirling
whispers--

sudden
blessed efforts
to inspire.

Poignant
sweet
musings

that

plucked at my core;

mimicked stroked strings
of the harp

to pacify

my
bleating
heart.

And

Yes,

Light

seeped through

semi-slanted,

dusty

blinds;

Truly

sprouted

blossoms

on this crusty soiled floor. 

Though,

across
windows
(double-paned)

in flight free
and easy,

birds in abundance,

More
Beautiful
appeared;

their varied sounds

garbled.

Their melodies unclear.

*

I climbed those steps
way above those birds;
Above that ocean.

I climbed higher
even when

my legs grew heavy
in the exertion.

Now?

I lie--cold and frozen.

Now?


I will shut
my tired eyes,

just a tiny while

Dozing....

till--

THE END.

Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.