many kindsbars on windows

of bars on windows

types of locks on gates

holding us in

with no skin

to protect the soul










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8 thoughts on “Fear

  1. I love short poems. This is lovely. Dark and haunting. I was told once that fear is the essence of love in that we fear its loss therefore we love. Sometimes fear is a motivator rather than a tyrant. Also I am reminded of the litany against fear by Frank Herbert which makes a nice mantr.

    I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. – Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear

    A very haunting little post indeed. Your imagery is succinctly despairing.



  2. Ok, now I’m getting chills too. Just wrote about these locks and chains myself several days ago. Must be something in the air!

    I love this Sara. Sometimes short is best, especially for a subject we know all too well. This is perfect.


  3. Hi Sara. Wandered over from Colleen’s casa.
    This poem reminds me a line from the movie, Strictly Ballroom, about a life lived in fear. It’s the woman from the ‘wrong’ side of the tracks, literally, who teaches this lesson to the young champion dancing-man.
    Good photo illustration too. thanks


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