Fear is the shadow.

Tripped over fear
the other day
fell into the puddle
of secrets
came out dripping
with anxieties.
Eventually, I dried
while gazing
at the blue sky
and so did
the puddle.
Now I’m worried
I can’t see fear
anywhere and
I’m followed
by a aqua blue.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem represents the best of what I love about your way of stringing words together. Very smooth transitions in a tumble of ideas. Your point is satisfying & ironic (((HUGS)))

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Margie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like this write...the worst secrets are the ones we keep from ourselves.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob.