Phobia

Phobia

When they ask her what exactly she is
afraid of, she knows
it does not have a name.
It cannot be labeled, or
catalogued or studied or
enclosed within the sharp,
exacting edges of one word.

When they ask her exactly what she is
, she doesn’t know that either.
Doesn’t know the ins and outs
of worry, doubt; the face of fear.
There are two many faces
and too many questions
loud in her too-sharp ears.

Does she need medication
…………or meditation
or just the long slow sanctification
…………………….of another sunrise?

 

..

No thanks, I’ll stand.
(Kathisophobia)

I can give you a standing
ovation. I can stand up
for what I believe in. I can
shake your hand and look
you in the eye. I can help
you up if you’re down. I
can spin (the world) around
and around. I can place the
most important thing at center,
and run circles around it. Just

don’t ask me
to
sit.

 

..


Agoraphobic Triolet

I cannot go outside today.
Nuh-uh, no way, no how.
It doesn’t matter what you say.
I cannot go outside today.
The world’s a giant, scary place.
I’m going back to bed now.
I cannot go outside today.
Nuh-uh, no way, no how.

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This one was an invitation to Walt, to triolet with me. We like to trade triolets for days. 😉

All are prompted by NovPAD, day 6

 

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9 Responses to Phobia

  1. Nebraska J. says:

    De, that first one is a new high-level for you. Really astounding work, my friend. Or maybe it’s just that it hits so close to home. (I did start taking my medicine again, a few days ago.)

    The second one really made me smile. 🙂

  2. brilliant – I had issues with that last time a long time ago…

  3. Mandie Hines says:

    I love the first one. I find myself swirling around the first two stanzas as if they’re yin and yang. There’s a hint of contradiction, and yet they’re so complementary.

  4. Jeff says:

    I’m not agoraphobic, but sometimes I feel like the words in that poem. Good one!!

  5. ‘There are two many faces
    and too many questions
    loud in her too-sharp ears.

    Does she need medication
    …………or meditation
    or just the long slow sanctification
    …………………….of another sunrise?’

    I feel like you are writing about me. Even meds and meditation are not getting it now. Three wonderful poems, De.

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