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

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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!

Pass Me the Remote

Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid, ugly, too young or too old, boring, undesirable, weak, incapable, useless, or crazy. Ignore them, distance yourself from them, for they don’t know you or care about you. Anyway, you do a more than adequate job of abusing yourself. You don’t need any help with that. 😉

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I am Responsible

I often wish something exciting would happen

But fail to remember

That it’s up to me

To make something exciting happen 😀

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The feature pic entitled “E is for Excitement” was created by me by combining numerous photos from Pixabay, edited using Pixlr, Picsart, and Prisma. The footer pic is created by me combining photos from from Pixabay. 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. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. See a sampling of my products below. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!

Mountains are for Climbing

Many of you know, if you’ve been reading my blog for awhile, that I struggle with an eating disorder. You can read more about that here. Lately, with the ongoing threat of Covid and the increased patient load at my workplace (you can read about what I do here), I’ve been succumbing to the urge to rapidly consume the contents of my cupboards, healthy or otherwise. I recently took the important step of booking an appointment to see a professional about my problem. I’ve always been a self-helper. Whenever my behaviours resulted in too many unpleasant outcomes, I would read widely on my issues and adopt new coping strategies. Often, this would produce small, lasting changes, but I’m finally ready to admit that I’ve done what I can and I need another’s perspective and guidance. Continue reading “Mountains are for Climbing”

Later, Dad! A Reflection on the Death of my Father

Note from the Author: I’ve received permission from my family to share the story of my father’s passing. Some of you may have read parts of this on Facebook. I believe it’s so important that we share our stories with each other to draw comfort, inspiration, and wisdom from them and to help us better navigate life.

 I always knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when. Death, that is. It’s rudely brushed past me before, but it’s easy to distance yourself when it’s someone else’s loved one. When it’s your lovedheart one, when someone from your inner circle exits, death is no longer a curiosity and an occasion to show empathy, but a piercing of the heart. I had no idea that I would be consumed by it, that my dad’s face would take up residence in my mind, and that his departure would so ravage my thinking that keeping track of anything would become a considerable challenge. Continue reading “Later, Dad! A Reflection on the Death of my Father”

Out of the Blind Side

Those of you who’ve been following my blog know that I’ve been running to improve my fitness level. The city I live in has two sides divided by a river and coulees or, if you’re not familiar with that term, ravines. I live a few blocks from the trails on top of the lightroad-815297_12802coulees, a pleasant place to exercise with a beautiful view of the river valley. Yesterday, I awoke at 5 am to get my run in, because I had to be somewhere to volunteer at 6:45. I know, an ungodly hour, but I work in healthcare. A 5 am start to the day isn’t unusual for me. What was unusual about this particular run is it was in the dark. I still opted to go out on top of the coulees, because running on trails is gentler on the body than smacking the pavement, but I didn’t consider how challenging it would be to run without being able to see. Continue reading “Out of the Blind Side”