A Dear John Letter to Fear

Don't say my name or
caress the base of my spine.
You've penetrated

me for the last time.
You wrapped my mind in your bands
of false evidence.

Your soft whispers
robbed me of my common sense.
Courage has freed me

from your lullaby.
Gather your things and leave your
key at the front door.

Fireworks blast off
in a roar. The new year's here.
It's over, my dear.

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Tags: New-Year's, fear, poetry, resolutions

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Comment by Alexandra Caselle on January 3, 2013 at 9:38pm
Yes, Melissa. I'm trying to stay on track. I'm trying to write a little each day and remind myself of why I first fell in love with writing. Thanks for responding.
Comment by M. Kinnel on January 3, 2013 at 6:11pm

I'm definitely trying kick "fear" to the curb as one of my writing goals this year. It sounds like you're on the right track with disposing of yours.

Comment by Barbara Storey on January 1, 2013 at 1:49pm

LOL!  I think I need one of those, too, then.  That's the trouble with fear - you can never get rid of it permanently, it seems.  Every day, we battle again, so that our creativity can live!  Thanks for inspiring us to never give up the good fight!  :)

Comment by Alexandra Caselle on January 1, 2013 at 1:46pm
Thank you, Barbara. Yes, I gave it the boot, but it keeps trying to come back. I may have to get a restraining order. Lol! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Comment by Barbara Storey on January 1, 2013 at 12:43pm

Perfect - I love it!  And yes, I'm giving fear the boot, too.  Thank you, Alexandra!

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