• A Poem

    by  • December 16, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Fear, Waxing Poetic • 2 Comments

    A forest washed in unearthly light,
    A boy walks through, alone and scared;
    The sun sets down, revealing night,
    The boy starts to feel underprepared.

    He doesn’t know why, he took this walk,
    He knew how late it was;
    He hardly breathed, he didn’t talk,
    All he heard was the forest’s buzz.

    Suddenly a noise, came from behind,
    The boys heart started to race;
    He turned around, and steeled his mind,
    He met that noise, face to face.

    He couldn’t see, what caused the sound,
    And in him that caused him to be afraid;
    But through his fear, he stood his ground,
    But what made the noise, in his sight it did evade.

    He stood there alone, for hours on end,
    Waiting to see what would appear;
    He got tired of waiting, having his own things to tend,
    He walked away, realizing that there’s nothing to fear.

    Through his walk he learned, an unexpected joy,
    Not all noises can be should be feared;
    Just stand up to your noises, like this little boy,
    And things will be well, for all of your years.

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    2 Responses to A Poem

    1. Angel
      December 17, 2012 at 9:34 am

      This is so beautiful.

      We do all have fears and it is true that we must all stand up to those fears for them to subside.
      Thank you for this..


    2. anonymous
      December 17, 2012 at 1:46 pm




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