The Cliffhanger of fears~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar

My fear is a glass vase,
Fragile and delicate in my hands.
One wrong move could shatter it,
Into a million pieces,
scattered across the sands.

It's like standing on a cliff,
Looking down at the rocky shore.
One misstep could send me tumbling,
Into the abyss, forevermore.

The wind may howl,
and the waves may crash,
But I'm strong, and I'll not falter.
I'll rise above my fears,
And my spirit will soar,
like an eagle, without a halter.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

As long as your spirit is strong you will hold on to that glass vase, and you will not topple off the edge of a cliff....I like the way you structured the poem, fear came first, then the realization that your spririt is strong enough to bear the weight of fright....
NICE!
Warmly, B