Poetry: #122 The Hidden Fear (Hesitate and Grasp 14)
A selection from the collection: Hesitate and Grasp
Preface
I have shared my thoughts on this poem 102 weeks ago. Check it out if you wish to see what I thought of the poem back then before (or after):
Poetry: #20 The Hidden Fear
The Hidden FearCatching every thought, gone into madness in the seconds slept Dawn approaches and yet slumber falls much like a flower blooming in the winter air Cold devastator, eyes grown shut until every inch is wilted Harboring the terrors of yesterday as seen by imagination but are they really the nightmares? Considerations, like thoughts gone whil…
Anyway…
The struggle is real. The battles of relationships, society, and personal challenges are real. This collection explores all that and concludes pretty concisely:
“Do not hesitate. Do not grasp.”
Or, as Yoda might say in a much clearer way:
“Do or do not, there is no try.”
The Hidden Fear
Catching every thought, gone into madness in the seconds slept
Dawn approaches and yet slumber falls much like a flower blooming in the winter air
Cold devastator, eyes grown shut until every inch is wilted
Harboring the terrors of yesterday as seen by imagination but are they really the nightmares?
Considerations, like thoughts gone while trying to unravel the past’s mysteries
Nothing like a release with a person once loved especially with the visceral smell of their air
Cancelling all plans, the mind can drive even the most sure among us insane
Is it really the mind that controls us or are we predestined to break what makes us fair?
Is reality a euphemism for breaking of the bonds we hold dear?
Can the last of our thoughts really be an attempt to smear?
The dark ebbing and flowing at the thought of fear…
It can smell what makes us drenched in sweat and what brings out the worst in our words and thoughts and actions and there is naught but one thing we can do.
Accept it.Question Section
Dreaming is a double-edged sword. Sometimes dreams help solve problems—consciously and subconsciously. Sometimes they make rest impossible and yet they can also make you realize there’s problems you’ve got to face. This said, why do we dream? What do you dream about (if you wish to share)? And, perhaps most importantly, does dreaming help you clear your mind and feel well-rested for the coming day’s festivities? Share what you wish in the comments below and I swear I totally won’t use any ideas I get in a short story at all (fingers crossed).
What are your thoughts on this poem?
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