‘Poem for the week’ — “Fear”:
What is it about fear,
this thing passed down
generation to generation
like a well-tended
but never talked about
Curse?
How have we managed
to give it so much life,
to allow it to grow and inflame
every corner of our tired
souls?
Fear of the other
Fear of ourselves
Fear of loss
Fear of wanting
Fear of change
Fear of fear itself
Is there an antidote,
a way to stop this,
to name and remove
the poison that plagues
even the best of us?
Give me your hand
place your own hand on your heart
put your pen to the journal page
grab onto something, someone,
and ask what might happen
if we let go.
And then, let go.
Fear can only hold on if we are.
-- Kaitlin Curtice