I fear not. Not really. Snakes nor spiders, heights nor depths. I fear not. Not exactly. Darkness nor monsters, flying nor driving. I fear… oh, what do I fear? Aloneness and uncertainty, pain and discomfort. And yet, I know, these are inevitable.
This post was written for Friday Writings #120, for which the prompt is to write either a prose poem, tankaprose or haibun. I chose the prose poem. I am also sharing this post with Friday Faithfuls, for which the prompt this week is “fear”.
A Multitude of Musings 
So cute, thanks for joining in,
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Thanks!
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reat poem Astrid! I loved what you did here!
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Thank you!
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You’re a brave person Astrid.
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Aw thanks for saying that.
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My pleasure 😇
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I love your poem… honest and relatable.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Thanks for sharing. I see it as a poem. A poem doesn’t have to rhyme.
Take care, Roelie
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It is, it’s a prose poem. A prose poem doesn’t have the line breaks that a traditional poem has but does have the repetition and other figures of speech.
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Lovely work and well written – I think it captures your inner person. – Well Done.
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Ah, thank you!
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Prose poetry is not for the feint of heart … you accomplished it beautifully!
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Aw, thanks so much!
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Fear and fear not – bookends of inevitability. I identify, except for the snakes.
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Thanks for stopping by. I do happen to fear snakes, somewhat, too, but only venomous ones.
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Acknowledgement is half the battle, I think. Knowing that scary things are real and around help us get ready for the fight (and if we’re lucky, win).
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Such a wise point of view, thank you!
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