Eating away

 

I collected my fears in a jar,

set them on the window sill

and watched as the sun melted them

into a mass of gelatinous doubt

 

Spread them on my toast

and consumed them -  

before they consumed me

Reviews

[therisa]

I hope, you don't suffer acid reflux, as a result of this fearberry jam, on your toast. Myself, I like to bottle up my fears, in oaken casket, and watch them, ferment for awhile, before uncorking them, and enjoy a glass or two, of fine whine. ;)

[willweb]

Fine whine...I like that too. Thanks so much Therisa

[therisa]

Your welcome, Will.

[Rene Velez]

Well done write with good wordplay...enjoyed

[willweb]

Thank you Rene. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[MomzillaNC]

IKWYM with this one. All those little fears and worries can grow into massive doubts that we can let ourselves be crippled by. Or, we can make a choice (even if it turns out to be the wrong one) and be proactive.

[willweb]

Exactly. Thanks so much for this nice review.

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Lyn Anderson]

Brilliant. But sometimes we do this prematurely, don't you think, and end up missing out, in order to protect ourselves.

[willweb]

Sometimes I suppose...but one can never be too careful. Thanks so much KLGoode.

[Matching Socks]

Wow, that is how it's done!! :)
What flavour fearmint?
Great poem Will, loved it.
Such a wonderful positive outcome.

[willweb]

Fearmint, why didn't I think of that??? Thanks Ana, that brought a huge smile to my face. I don't have any toast crumbs in my teeth, do I? :)

[Matching Socks]

No, but you might want to wipe that grin off your face. Just sayin'...