Oh yeah, I say,
ha.
I let you
sneak up on me.
I knew you were there.
I chose to wear this coat
of goose bumps
so you couldn’t guess
just how strong
I feel,
how fine.
Oh yeah, says the fear,
too scared to confess
you’re not as brave
as other people
think you are?
Oh yeah,
say the goosebumps,
speaking for themselves,
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
It’s so important to push past the fear. When it creeps up
so important to acknowledge the fear and see how much more of me there is than the part that is afraid … oh that fear. it does creep up … just doing what fear does.
Dear Rosemerry,
I was thinking about your mom this morning and sending you both metta. I came to your blog to let you know you were being thought about, and was given the gift of your poems. Thank you.
In “Gotcha, Said Fear” I love the phrase “this coat of goose bumps.” It is a choice, isn’t it? But, it is sometimes so difficult to chose differently than our habits would bend us. Thank you for your work, for your journey, for your honest voice.
Namaste
Augusta
Augusta,
thank you for sending metta for me and for my mother. She is on quite the journey the past week and a half–in and out of ICU, her heart, her spine, infections from past surgeries and more. It is complex, and scary, and still she is doing fine. Better than fine–I can’t help but think it is due in part to all the blessings and prayers and good thoughts from people such as you. Thank you. Rosemerry