I tame my fears
Accepting them
I get to know them
By degrees.
I walk them and observe
Without unleashing,
Keep at bay,
And learn to see
The lap-dog
In the fire-breathing beast.
They sense that
I won't run away
Unable to control myself,
So they submit
And wag their tails,
Though sometimes bark -
A show of strength -
To mask defeat.
Nice, Julia. The ending is quite subtle. I'm in awe of those of you (from so many countries) who are writing so beautifully in English, though your 1st language (the one you think in?) is another.
Julia: Great act of taming...wonderful Please read my poems and advise tarapada.mohapatra@tatasteel.com
I have read your biography..... you definitely do have the passion for the literature and you have tamed indeed! ! This is a beautiful piece and deserves 10/10 a hundred times. Keep them coming like this! ! !
Oh my God....this is beautiful.... When you watch your fear, observe it as an outsider....It becomes your companion and you deant fear it.
It's all about control, and you wrote this beautifully, and I too love the lap dog line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I have to agree with both Sofiul and Gyps! Regards.