THE GREATER FEAR

As I began to wake I began to realize
I was scaling a mountain—

my destination unknown—
hidden in the clouds high above.

Having come so far 
up the side of this vertical rock
I decided to keep climbing.
And besides—the way down 
appeared to be very tricky footing.

Fortunately
the matter at hand helps to distract me
from the distance 
I still need to go
as well as the distance
I could fall.

However
I must occasionally stop for air
and though I may then experience 
a moment of peace
if the break goes on too long
my fear of heights
will start to shout: 
don’t dare move another finger.  

Fortunately 
my greater fear: 
the fear 
of being caught in the net
of that natural fear
spurs me then
to stretch my arms   
once again.

The Greater Fear

I claim to be a novelist, poet, essayist, cartoonist, graphic artist, peace monger--and I'm trying to be a world citizen. As for my backstory...let's just say I've lived and worked all over the United States.  I'm self-taught, for the most part, which is like stumbling around blindfolded while looking for the right door.  It's an on-going process. Lacking any true musical ability, I try to make music with language, while also making meaning.  

The Greater Fear

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