Sometimes –
When you wake up
In the middle of the night
Trembling with unreasonable fear
And shaking with fright :
And Your intuition is strong
So you hope you are wrong
And that everything is in line
And you and yours are fine.
Then –
You will find
That such thoughts will fill your mind
That :
At some time or another
We always feel some fear
Even if our conscience is clear
As through life’s waves, we steer
Fear seems undignified,
it is looked down upon
Especially when its present
At night and all through the morn
But everyone has some fear from the time he was born
None can assert that fear from him, is completely gone.
For at unexpected times you do feel pangs of fear
Which will, your heart, like sharp pins, do sear
So though it’s said to be abstract and unseen
It has the power to frighten both a senior or a teen..
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: though i am mentally strong, i do get premonition sometimes that something is not quite fine, i hope my fears are wrong, though sometimes they do come true but - nothing lasts forever the tide will always turn and the flame of hope in my heart will more brightly burn
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When everything is going absolutely right, I do get that feeling ...How long will this last...am I doing the right thing? Preferably not at bedtime though....
Co-incidentally, i too wonder when all is hunky dory, whether this is a passing phase, or will last for a bit longer [as i hope and wish it would]
to your query - am i doing the right thing - the answer is yes, of course, because otherwise this question will not arise in your mind.
so relax, chill, and enjoy life to the fullest..have a beautiful weekend
I am - thanks for your prompt response..... get in quick before it all turns.......🙃
Almost none can assert
That fear has completely gone
Water into wine
The mystic song
i agree with you because i used to feel unreasonable fear now and then whether things are going the way they should, though with age, i am learning to take each day as it comes, and make the most of it
A friend of mine said that our identity, what we believe is "us," is nothing but a bunch of fears. What if that's true? And if that's true, then isn't the medicine non-identification with what produces the fears? Of course, we need some power to face and deal with all this. Some courage. That's why I mentioned turning water into wine.
Thanks for bringing up the "subject" of fear! I've been carrying a lot of it for a long while.
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