fear

fear

A Poem by Emily B

the darkness from my dreams

always followed me

 

it spilled over into days

and nights

 

you would never find me outside after dusk

 

lights were mysteriously left on

all over the house

 

I pretended not to notice

the lights

or the fear that followed me

 

but there is a place

where my dreams can't follow

where the ghosts of the past

don't crowd

where I feel safe

protected

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
not finished at all

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I find it amusing and weird of me to say, but I am scared of light. Photo-phobia. Light gives me a insecurity of judgment. Darkness makes me safe and covered. (this might explain who I really am, maybe?)
Awesome thou not be finished...
I love how you associated darkness of fear.
(the reason why people are scared of darkness isn't the opaque obscurity, but the unknown INSIDE the shade.)

Can't wait 'til it is done.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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Fear of the dark or whats gone before and still there are places of safety

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i wish i could remember how to get to that place again, i fear i've lost it

Posted 12 Years Ago


..as long as you can find that special place where you feel safe..that is all that matters.. A different side of you, Emily ..we all have our vulnerabilities..our phobias..I sure do have mine

Posted 12 Years Ago


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. oh ... this is a magical piece, emily ... so perfect ... so resilient ... so profound and just so true ... i need to find that place and stay there ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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but there is a place
where my dreams can't follow
where the ghosts of the past
don't crowd

Those places are rare and can slip out from us without warning. Hang on to it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well....if it is not finished.....am sure it will be soon and even if you stop it right now....it will still read brilliantly, Its a terrific write x

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i'm hooked. waiting for the next chapter. where? i like your work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For once, my feelings when reading your poem agree with your diagnosis of being not quite finished :) I don't know what it's missing, your special touch somewhere. The pace and tone are really good, the words sort of creeping/tip-toeing into my brain the way darkness does into a room.
Let me know when you've done some more to it(?)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I guess we all have a place like there, where we can hide. That last stanza reminds me of the one I use.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my little girl image in her red cape remembers this brand of fear~ softest sighs~tip toeing back into the corner to await the remining petals to ligth the room~

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Posted 13 Years Ago


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