Poem: Dread

Dread

Sometimes there are things I dread

They make me want to climb in bed

—and just stay there,

cozy + warm

I’ll come to no harm

and yet they don’t get done

Ultimately it can’t help to run

It can be good to gather strength

to be ready for the width and length

of the situation.

But really: breathe in,

breathe out

Go for the win

— and again

Make the call, write the e-mail

Is it really that bad to sometimes fail?

Yes + no

It’s part of life —

Give it a go

Be ready for strife

I can imagine the worst

If it comes, I’m prepared

Perhaps comes the best

Why was I scared?

I sometimes try to analyze

But what I do not realize

or rather, I forget

is this: time flies

Either way I play it.

Am I riding the dragon

or being abducted?

Hanging by my ankle

Or flying loop-de-loops?

Ride that dragon!

It’ll sometimes breathe fire,

but keep on riding

and doing and surviving

and eventually I’ll realize:

I’m living the dream —

I’m flying!

-SFK
2.Feb.2016