Not Afraid


Not Afraid
By Jennifer Kiley
9.28.12

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Not Afraid
By Jennifer Kiley
9.28.12

Finding anything for you
I need time to review
My mind has been wasted
My mouth what has it tasted
Consuming what nourishes
Something that flourishes

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One’s health is in question
Another therapy session
Is there more to remember
Can you let go of September
Entering a new phase
Came up with a new phrase

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Give your life its true meaning
My friend started scheming
Her sight it is blinding
Not something worth finding
So let go of raging
Starting now reengaging

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Get back on course again?
Find yourself a new friend?
Did your sight lose importance?
Did your sense lose its essence?
My mind can go forever
So I’ll stop now or never

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7 thoughts on “Not Afraid

  1. the secret keeper Post author

    i am afraid i haven’t been alive long enough

    I must not fear.
    Fear is the mind-killer.
    Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
    I will face my fear.
    I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
    And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
    Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
    Only I will remain.
    ~Frank Herbert~

    1. the secret keeper Post author

      The rap was happening in my head as i began to write. I picked up the rhythm and let spontaneity take hold. When I don’t think about it the rhyming starts happening. But the fear that precedes doing something can get overwhelming and tries to call a halt to any action. The fear may be worse then the reality but for years I didn’t let myself step into the reality to discover the difference. I just remembered how, maybe, out of proposrtion what I thought was the reality. Privately, if you would I’d like to ask you about fear and facing it.

      Back to the poem, your challenge brought up fear and I just had to accept the challenge to see if I would be able to be out there. That you called my poem “like a rap” and “very rhythmical” is high praise, Thank you. It gives me and boosts my confidence.

      Why is it we doubt we are able to do things when we have so much proof to the contrary? A puzzlement. Is doubt good for the soul and does it make the muse humble or the one receiving her support? It definitely doesn’t feel great or good, it just makes you feel fear/panic and anxiety and rather nauseous, at least for me it does.

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