Fear
When I was young,
I would wake up, from a nightmare of falling down a cliff
As if…
This dream had some significant meaning to me
After all of these years
I believe it’s taught me
Whatever is thrown,
at you get back on that horse
Keep galloping along
Never give up
Even if fear may get in your way
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella8 days ago in Psyche
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This piece carries such a gentle strength 🌸 Truly inspiring.
I love the interpretation of that dream!