Fearless

If I was afraid of the dark,
sighs of relief at the dawn.
Yet at the onset of dusk,
surely a light would be on.

If I was afraid of regret,
callous my thinking might be.
Sorrow for that which was done,
may be unconcerning to me.

If I was afraid of the trip,
no need to put on my shoes.
Nothing to gain staying home,
but also nothing to lose.

If I was afraid of a fall,
standing a risky event.
I may see things while abed,
yet not a lovely sunset.

If I was afraid of the light,
eyes may not open so wide.
Life would be nothing to love,
if living were reason to hide.


20 Lines
Writer’s Cramp Winner
12-3-19