Apr 02 2010
Fear

Looking back
at all things past
I cannot look forward
unbearable that tomorrow
Second guessing
I cannot trust
first guesses
always wrong
Who is that
wearing my clothes
speaking my voice
owning my thoughts?
Where did I go
why am I lost
where is my hope
what happened?
copyright 2010
4 responses so far



I cannot look forward
unbearable that tomorrow
feeling that, i am
i understand, dear one. good to see you though.
sarah
I loved it Sarah, I wish I could read you more often, sometimes your words hit me in the head like little stones.
hello alma,
you can read me anytime you like. i’m always here. i hope those ‘little stones’ don’t hurt too much. thank you for your kind words.
sarah
thank you for posting this. i miss being taken in and surprised by new words from you regularly.
~wayne
hello wayne,
so nice to see you again. yes…i have been pretty quiet these few months. hopefully that will change soon. as always, thanks so much for reading.
sarah
Hello Sweetheart. Hope you’re happier than your beautiful poem implies. Let me sprinkle bits of light around so you can find your higher place more easily. Love you, Dear Spirit Sister.
hello my sister of the spirit…
yes, life is good, actually. i’m afraid though i’ve been quite derelict in my creative writing. must get better at that. love you too dear one.
sarah