I Fear

I Fear

Porcelain creature as I
Walk into that bright room
Survey the mantle piece,
Delicate figure sitting before me.
Tremble as I pick up the fragile
In my coarse hands and breaking
The skin of egg shells,
crushed and falling
To the floor, piece by piece.

I fear

Walking across the Ice.
The new fallen snow masks
Boot treads. Others have ventured
This way before, but will the
Ice hold? I carry more weight
Across my shoulders than those
Early messengers. And I chase the sun
To an unknown destination
As this long day becomes night




I Fear

The words coming from my pen
Will not be enough to convince
The reader of my meaning, nor
My noble intent. They are not
Right, nor true. I mean to tell
Of my trepidation to love, by these
Metaphors. By opening our hearts
We allow a pathway to pain. But
Also pleasure and pain. Pandora’s box
Has been opened

But this Fear is tiring,
And now I lay down my pen
I’m too weary to write
Poems in verse for my
Beloved