as if just a newborn
he explored the damp forest before him
upon shakey newborn legs
he tremored his way forward
what was it within
which made this whole thing
a big new exciting adventure
with so much on offer
with so little to fear
and what was fear anyway
where does it come from
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The way to beat fear is often through trying to walk like a newborn - - your positive verse is so inspiring and must fly to my favourites dear Dusk
Thank you Fay. My writing legs are rather shakey at the moment.
‘ feel the fear and do it anyway ‘ someone said that .. can’t remember who .
A good writing )
Sounds like good advice
I don't know why but I initially thought of Bambi (maybe it was the reference to shaky legs) whatever the case may have been for what I now think was just a random association ..
I now however, believe that your 'as if' raises both an interesting age old question and also hints at the fact we are only initially fearful of what we do not first understand ..
avoidance behaviour tending to make the anxiety and associated fear much worse .. and conversely by confronting whatever it is, whether a situation, a circumstance, or an anticipated event ..
Further furthermore ( I couldn't resist that) .. I am reminded of the uniqueness of each individual and remember my old uni lecturer asking me why when faced with precisely the same set of disturbing circumstances do the three individuals present respond in distinctly different ways .. in effect that the first may run away, the second be frozen with fear much like a rabbit or a guinea-pig might (just checking to see who's looking) and the third individual stand and confront or fight ...........Neville
Humbled by your insight sir!
Wonderful positivity d a, if only that fear would be lost as we get older.
Andy
Sometimes a new wall of fear is made apparent to us through no choice of our own...
Living in a neighborhood that is surrounded by woodlands, I've had the privilege of seeing mothers with newborn fauns in the spring and summer, in my backyard. This poem speaks to me of the innocence I see in those beautiful creatures, more legs than body at this point. Of how they follow mom, and explore everything. A clean slate, waiting for life's experiences. A beautiful analogy of all life, so tenderly written.
Being 'new born' to a thing can happen to any of us too, later in life. This little ditty is about trying to find a way ahead into my writing again after drugs and illness drew a veil over my creativity.
The image of a fawn was strong in my mind whilst writing this
You picked a beautiful analogy, and I wish you the very best my friend.
Living in a neighborhood that is surrounded by woodlands, I've had the privilege of seeing mothers with newborn fauns in the spring and summer, in my backyard. This poem speaks to me of the innocence I see in those beautiful creatures, more legs than body at this point. Of how they follow mom, and explore everything. A clean slate, waiting for life's experiences. A beautiful analogy of all life, so tenderly written.
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