Me and My Fear

The taste of my fear was in every new meal 
So familiar to me and always seemed real 
It dulled all the colours and robbed all the shine 
It hid in the shadows but stole every line 

It deadened the heartbeat of every new zeal 
And killed all the joy I ever dared feel 
It rattled the cages and closed a dark drape, 
Though the door was swung open, I dared not escape 

It drowned out the noise of the true voice within 
And broadcast a white noise of static and din 
So I wouldn’t know them or tell them apart 
From longings and yearnings that came from the heart 

It reasoned and teased all the magic away 
And replaced it with facts and with fiction all day 
It needed an answer but left me with none 
It told me I couldn’t, yet demanded it done 

It gave no direction and gave me no choice 
It didn’t like anywhere it couldn’t make noise 
It made it the master and me the poor slave, 
It would have followed me up to the grave 

So I shake its hand now and say “hey good game” 
I know you just wanted to help all the same 
I know this is all that you know how to do, 
Your job is fulfilled, I’m scared and that’s true 
But please step aside now and just go to sleep 
We’ll be here a while and there’s no need to freak 

I’ll take a turn now, to sit at the wheel, 
There’s so much new stuff here to do and to feel 
You have no directions, you just drive around 
And every trip ends in a new lost and found 

It’s my turn to drive, so hold on tight, fear, 
It might be a real bumpy ride while I steer 
I know this may feel very scary and strange 
But at least we can go somewhere new for a change.

5 comments

  • Michael Wright
    Michael Wright HILLIARD
    I like the poem even better after reading a second time. I felt like I was joining you on a journey through the depths of fear and eventually turning the control away from fear to your own mastery of the direction fear can take. While I am absolutely no expert on poetry, I thought your rhymes were smooth and not contrived. Great metaphors too. There was a balanced and progressing flow from the beginning to end. There is only one line that sort of hit me the wrong way and that was the very first line: The taste of my fear was in every new meal ---just don't care for "meal." That is just a nit pick, The message about fear was nicely woven through the entire poem.

    I like the poem even better after reading a second time. I felt like I was joining you on a journey through the depths of fear and eventually turning the control away from fear to your own mastery of the direction fear can take. While I am absolutely no expert on poetry, I thought your rhymes were smooth and not contrived. Great metaphors too. There was a balanced and progressing flow from the beginning to end. There is only one line that sort of hit me the wrong way and that was the very first line: The taste of my fear was in every new meal ---just don't care for "meal." That is just a nit pick, The message about fear was nicely woven through the entire poem.

  • Richard J. Burbine
    Richard J. Burbine California
    Hi Lynn, Wow! This is a great poem. You describe the feelings perfectly. Thank you for giving those feelings a voice. God Bless you.

    Hi Lynn,
    Wow! This is a great poem. You describe the feelings perfectly.
    Thank you for giving those feelings a voice.
    God Bless you.

  • Cynthia Ruester
    Cynthia Ruester North Carolina
    Lynn, Fear can be all-consuming in its control over a person. Your poem describes that very well. Once we decide to take back control of our life, fear can turn into anticipation. The journey may be a bumpy ride but heading in a new direction is refreshing. I look forward to reading more of your work.

    Lynn,
    Fear can be all-consuming in its control over a person. Your poem describes that very well. Once we decide to take back control of our life, fear can turn into anticipation. The journey may be a bumpy ride but heading in a new direction is refreshing. I look forward to reading more of your work.

  • Claude Allen
    Claude Allen Texas
    Lynn, Your poem on fear is great! Moving into the driver’s seat and taking the wheel from fear takes courage! Strap in tight with the seat belt of courage as you head down that road less traveled. Courage is doing something in spite of fear. Remember, “And courage is the passport when your old world disappears.” Courage comes from trusting God. We are driven either by the fear of failure or the unconditional love of God. Fear is a powerful driver, but being driven by love is much better. Your poem inspired me to write my poem called Perfect Love: Perfect Love Perfect love will cast out all fear When I really do start to veer And do not know where to steer If I will only give a listening ear And truly do everything to hear It might seem somewhat queer Though many will surely jeer And at me they will also leer Wanting me to go to the rear So it is time to get it in gear Because the time is very near When there will not be a tear And into eternity I shall peer Then everything will be clear Which is really profoundly dear Perfect love has chosen to reveal And would never ever conceal But with a such an intense zeal It will cover me with a seal It is just like a delicious meal With so much tasty fruit to peel Because it is made like steel And will guide me at the wheel To keep me on an even-keel With no more joy to steal Which is such a very big deal In order that I might heal So glory to Him whom I kneel Knowing that Christ is real Will determine how I feel

    Lynn, Your poem on fear is great! Moving into the driver’s seat and taking the wheel from fear takes courage! Strap in tight with the seat belt of courage as you head down that road less traveled. Courage is doing something in spite of fear. Remember, “And courage is the passport when your old world disappears.” Courage comes from trusting God. We are driven either by the fear of failure or the unconditional love of God. Fear is a powerful driver, but being driven by love is much better. Your poem inspired me to write my poem called Perfect Love:

    Perfect Love

    Perfect love will cast out all fear
    When I really do start to veer
    And do not know where to steer
    If I will only give a listening ear
    And truly do everything to hear
    It might seem somewhat queer
    Though many will surely jeer
    And at me they will also leer
    Wanting me to go to the rear
    So it is time to get it in gear
    Because the time is very near
    When there will not be a tear
    And into eternity I shall peer
    Then everything will be clear
    Which is really profoundly dear

    Perfect love has chosen to reveal
    And would never ever conceal
    But with a such an intense zeal
    It will cover me with a seal
    It is just like a delicious meal
    With so much tasty fruit to peel
    Because it is made like steel
    And will guide me at the wheel
    To keep me on an even-keel
    With no more joy to steal
    Which is such a very big deal
    In order that I might heal
    So glory to Him whom I kneel
    Knowing that Christ is real
    Will determine how I feel

  • Abigail
    Abigail Pennsylvania
    I love this poem! I can really relate to it; I have struggled for years with an eating disorder. What an overcomer you show you are in your writing and performing!

    I love this poem! I can really relate to it; I have struggled for years with an eating disorder. What an overcomer you show you are in your writing and performing!

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