Fear

By Hobos | November in Jasper | 31 Oct 2021

So much of what I do is a reaction to fear..

Fear to love you; fear to lose you..

Inside these walls, fear to say out loud that I love someone else..

Fear to have received your love in return, and what would that life have looked like?

I know that love isn’t wanted now, so fear of rejection, check,.

Fear to fail, fear to succeed, you said it’s what froze me in my tracks..

You weren’t wrong..

Poetry Writing Love fear Loss

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November in Jasper

A quiet mountain town, snowy and cold in late fall the trains move slowly along the tracks with a steady hum..we get close and feel it So too inside a trackside hotel room..that same hum of energy… A silly girl hugging her guy tight from the loopy high, and a silly boy buying too many coin sets.. Playing scrabble, laughing and embracing..enjoying each other ..nothing else matters.. Driving home, Listening to sport radio..and loving the time together Happy hearts