Scared
We walked along the path
lined with leaves
that fell from the trees
from last night’s storm, last night’s wrath.
I admitted to you that I was scared.
Afraid of walking into that room
With everybody looking at me, my body on zoom
“I don’t know,” I say. “I feel woefully unprepared.
“It takes courage, ma chere, to take up space.”
“To walk proudly into that nest of negativity
To turn all that vitriol into a web of positivity.
It is time to show off your true face.”
You can do this: transmutation.
You are effervescent, the energy changes
with every step. Hate rearranges
itself into moments of contemplation.
I admitted to her that I was scared.
She smiled, then nodded her head.
“It is your time,” she said. “Time to leave your dread.”
You have the seeds of love that need to be shared!
I just happened upon Chris B. Write’s post about the Dead Poem Challenge. Thee Dead Poem Challenge was created by mary beth kaplan.
The premise of the Dead Poem Challenge is to take one line from your dead (old poem) and let it spark a new idea, a new poem.
My line that I chose was “I admitted to you that I was scared.”
