Fear

So, I just started this blog and I've got a huge document file filled with old poems. Some are good, some are bad. I figure I'll just start from the beginning. This was the first poem that I saved to my current computer (I have tons of poems scattered across my timeline but only started typing and saving them about...halfway through 8th grade or so. So, this is one of the first. It was for a school assignment (as were many of my 8th-grade poems, by the way).

Spiders, black cats, loss of a loved one

All bring fear to some but not others

Fear is to each his own

Sadness, betrayal, hatred

Happiness, love, excitement

Fear overwhelms them all

Is it trauma from long ago?

Or a story of another’s experience?

Is it the expectance of pain or sorrow?

What is it that causes fear?

Long ago, fear was self defense

Meant to help people see their limits

But in a time where limits hardly exist

What place does fear have?

Fear has driven some insane

For others, it is naught but annoyance

For all, it holds great power

The promise of happiness might do

The promise of sadness may work

The threat of anguish can control

But it’s the inflection of fear that gives true power

Fear is a destroyer

It invades a mind, ruins a life

Then moves to its next victim

Fear is just an emotion

Just an image the brain has conjured

Often no more than paranoia

Yet fear can have tremendous affects on the mind

Fear is all around us

Fear is impossible to evade

If one has no fear, they are lying

Fear cannot be escaped

Fear can come from anything

Fear can come from a hospital burning to the ground

Fear can come from the math test next Tuesday

Fear comes from things large

Fear comes from things small

Fear comes from things all

Why does fear remain today?

Today, in a day where fires can be put out

Where the worst diseases can be treated

Where a stopped heart can be started again

Where genuine hope remains until the end of the very last thought one forms

What have we to fear?