A Fear Examined

I’ve felt fear before

But not like this

Standing on a ledge

On a mountain

With spotty bits of snow about

Crusty, but glistening with an icy film

And my next calculated step

On the well-marked route

Was just a tad too far away

For my stumpy legs to go the distance

I gingerly sat down to ascertain what I might do

To get myself from here to there

No, going up looked perilous

I slowly slid my foot below

I felt soft snow, no stable place on which to stand

My foot recoiled

I did the thing one should not do

When perched above a precipice

I looked into the cavernous, rocky citadel

And wondered where I’d stop, if I did slip and fall

To what would be most probably my doom

I sensed my perch was not a place I could remain for long

My bottom didn’t feel too firmly planted

That’s when I knew the only thing that I could do

Was call for help

“I’m stuck,” I yelped

My gracious, long-legged friend came over in a hurry

He, gangly, gamely, climbed around me

Guiding me with hand and word

I put my knee upon that tricky ledge

He hoisted me to safety

If you can call it that

And here I am

Intact and comfy in my home

Still feeling disconcerted

About the drop that didn’t happen

About the day so full of friends, sunshine, and exertion

Writing a poem about a fear that came to naught

Just to get it out

Before I go out again


Pics are taken by me from Mount Yamnuska, Alberta, Canada. Posts come out when I feel like it. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Listen to my posts on Spotify. Follow me on Instagram. Take a peek at my Redbubble store: Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!


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