What Do I Do?


What Do I Do? 04/18/2018


I don’t prepare for natural disasters

For fear that I might beckon them

I don’t plan for my trips

For fear that I might cancel them

I don’t lock the door

For fear I might miss someone knocking

I don’t close my eyes to sleep

For fear that I might miss the fare moonlight (Or the fiddler on the roof)

I don’t wait for the moment to come

For fear that it won’t happen

I don’t hold back

For I want to seize every gift from letting go

I don’t turn off the lights 

For fear a fellow vagabond might need a guide through the night

I don’t closet love 

For it was never meant to be stored


All these things I don’t do,

Make up the things I do

If what I don’t do creates the things I do, am I a paradox?

  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2022 23:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: I haven't the slightest idea was I was thinking back when I wrote this about four years ago. I thought I'd post it to see other people's reactions. Hehe your welcome.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • J.H.Byron-Nuel

    No you are just a miss guided soul such as myself

  • LauraBerry

    Being open without fear, is a beautiful state to be in. Lovely poem.

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