TASTE THE FEAR

Hey folks! Here’s a little poem inspired my something my oldest daughter said to me last week about “tasting the fear”. Hope you enjoy the read! 🙏🤞😁📖

TASTE THE FEAR

Did you taste the fear my love?
Have you savoured life’s uncertainty?
Sank your teeth deep into what frightens you most?!
Or sat down to dinner with all your demons & ghosts?
Broke bread with them
Will you devour your anxiety
Consume it completely
Instead of letting it consume you
Digest on anxiety’s remains
Chew on it with the disdain
It deserves.
Then spit it out
It has no place in your diet
For a fulfilled life
It’ll only leave you
Fat & bloated with regrets
Arteries blocked with distress
Taste the fear
Don’t let it taste you
Otherwise it’ll get a flavour
For your fearfullness
And feast on it regularly.
Don’t be afraid
But if you are
Eat it anyways
Swallow it whole.

SIT DOWN ON THIS COUCH (With a Shrink)

To sit down on this couch, I never thought

I’d be here, yet this strange life has brought

Me to this place, where I’ve become wrought

With these anxieties that have me caught

In the mousetrap of crippling past vocations

Haunting my mind and stilting aspirations

So here I find myself sharing my vexations

With a stranger, a long way off from elation

I sit down on this couch, not to think

But to carve open my head to a shrink

And let him see inside, how I just shrink

Sometimes under life’s weight, the brink

Of fragility and battened up tears

Vulnerability and fattened up fears

That I try to hide but truth always rears

When nerves are fried, breakdown nears

To sit down on this couch, I now believe

Is the beginning of the long path to retrieve

The sense of balance and peace to conceive

Medicine for the silence and keys to relieve

The pressure that’s been building up inside

Gets less, the more I’m willing to confide

The more I’m willing to swallow my old pride

and learn the lessons that need to be applied