For me writing is like breathing with words.
I am afraid of writing.
Afraid that no one will pay attention.
Afraid that no one will read the characters I hone.
Afraid that it will not be worthwhile.
Afraid that feedbacks will be as bitter as bile.
Afraid that efforts will just be put to waste.
Afraid that my words will be just lost in haze.
Because I know the literary world is already filled
with works of the greatest and the skilled.
Because there might be no space left in this field,
for me and the inks that I have spilled.
But then I saw the moon who never feared the coming sun,
even if its rise will end its own night’s fun.
And then there is summer who blissfully waits for fall,
even if it will snatch her beauty, her all.
Like lungs recognizing oxygen’s worth,
it’s time to exhale the fears of my agonized self,
and write (my book) for no one but myself,
because for me, writing is like breathing with words.
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As our fears range from large scale and ominous to the simple worries of everyday life, they all have an effect on our decisions, our happiness and well being. One way to validate them is to write about them. So for today’s Poetics, I am asking you to open up and share your fear(s) with us in a poem.
Read Mish’s own poem about fear titled Departure. 🙂