Fear. Not the kind that makes me jump, no, that would be too easy. The kind of fear that lives, even thrives on the inside. The fear that nags and dashes hopes and dreams. The kind that poisons. The invisible hand that holds the lens up too close and flattens me under the microscope. An engulfing, slow ache radiating from the pit of my stomach. Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of falling apart, a tendency to sabotage. That’s what I often lie awake about. They are the shadows I carry with me in the broad daylight and strive to shoo off with my smiles. It isn’t every day it rears its monstrous head, mostly just lurks about. Lying in wait for the day happiness is near.
Breaking waves crash down
Dark clouds unfold before us
Storm on the horizon
This poem is an assignment from Haibun Monday on dVerse schedule, hosted by Toni. The prompt was to write a haibun with ‘Fear’ as the subject. A haibun is a tight one paragraph, non-fiction, about the subject followed by a nature haiku. Go visit today’s dVerse topic to learn more about the prompt and read more haibuns.