Contemplating Fear...

I fear the future quiet:

I fear the quiet of a still and sterile kitchen

Where there is no sound but the refrigerators hum

Once a haven of lively discussion

Of jam spills and chatter and breakfast toast-crumbs

I fear loss:

Anticipation, as a new day is stirred

The memory of your laughter in my ear

The lure in the dance of written word

The pleasure of having you near

The sanity I once took for granted

And maybe the tear as well

Because Alzheimer’s has stolen the person

Long before death’s gentle knell

I fear for my child,

Who, without no or yes

Has received the inheritance

Of my stubbornness

There is the fear of the unknown

Or the loss of a child’s faith

As they begin to question

What once they believed

There is the fear of evil

Hidden in a guise

That is soothing and delightful

To undiscerning eyes

I fear, more than losing a child to death

Losing a child to this world.

I thought once that I feared growing old

And I guess, perhaps if the truth were told

I still do

I fear being poor…

Not seeing gold in the sun

Sapphire in the sky

A diamond in the dewdrop

Or perhaps, in your eye

The riches of wisdom

Traded for dross

The folly of temporal

Molding eternal loss

I fear not wanting what I have

As I stand at autumn’s door

Knowing I must be brave

For I cannot return to summer’s shore

...sometimes I fear the rustle of the newspaper
becoming the wall we don't know how to climb
having nothing left in common

but what once was
and the ache for it to return
once more

But when fear overtakes me, and darkens my day

I close my eyes, talk to God until my fears melt away

He takes my despair and anxiety

As He whispers, dear child, I will never leave thee.

© Janet Martin

I never dwell on my fears for fear that fear will overtake faith.

But I did stop to consider them as I contemplated the Poetic Bloomings prompt.