Facing Fears

Sweaty palms, white knuckles

Clenched fists, thumping heart

I could hear their dry chuckles

At the one thing that set us apart.

Eyes closed, a silent prayer

Hope someone is listening.

I sit down on the rocking chair

And tighten the seat fastening.

That sinking feeling is taking over,

My eyes squeeze out tears.

In mid-air as I rock and hover,

I finally face my fears.

I’m on top of the world at last

And nothing can stop me, now

That I’ve conquered the past

Which had shackled me somehow.

 

Written for d’Verse Poets Prompt suggested by Lilian

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