That slipping slope,
The familiarity of Fear.
Back down the hole I go
to a place that I well know.
Play it safe, do what you know.
Where you stay
they can not go.
Stay with the flow, stay with the quo.
Steer your fear clear.
Cheer the others so they hear
it’s not so bad down here
down here.
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Love your poem; so exact and clear!
Thanks Trishia,
It’s not often that I’m in the mood to write poetry. But this posting 31 days in a row has got me thinking to grab everything I think of. Waste not, want not.
I wondered if you had thought about coming to my bloggers meet up on Sunday?