A Chase
I don’t much talk about my fears,
don’t allow them
that much credit.
I don’t welcome them with open arms,
don’t offer them
my spare room.
I don’t let them cosy into my shadow,
don’t set them up
high for a view.
I just keep moving; those old fears
chasing me around ‘till
they all fall away,
exhausted.
© Misky 2016, written for dVerse Poets: “Fear“:
Thanks, Grace! 😀
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Thank you! Very pleased you liked it.
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This is very good.
“I don’t much talk about my fears,
don’t allow them
that much credit.” … Exactly. When you write/speak, you give power to what you say.
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Indeed! Thanks. 😀
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Thanks for the prompt, Mish!
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That’s a very robust approach to your fears! I admire that 🙂
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Thank you, Freya! 😀
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SMiLes.. i see liFe
IS A sTar.. a bright
one or dArk
wHole
soUl
Sun..
oiLed
daRk
bird
in
pit
of
fear..
i Rise.. winGs
fresH.. asHes no
lonGer hELd.. flY
aWay.. aS lonG aS i Fly
i Stay hiGh as STar oN FiRe..
A SonG a DancE WiTH WinGs oN BoLd..:)
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I love the idea of chasing fear away 😀 excellent write ❤
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Many thanks, Sanaa!
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It's Still Life 
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