Fear of Fear

new Bradene
so true every-day is precious
well done
love all verses.

Baffled by banishing words
as they slip through a crack
in my brain!
I'm scared I'll forget them
never to be recovered again.

Perplexed at the ageing process
integrity slipping away
I fear I fear itself
Yet!I think dieing,may
be easy one day.

Wonderful rhythm and rhyme to this. The thought is pellucid too. One can imagine the fear very well, and as for fear of fear it could give us all nightmares if we were to become too self-conscious !!!.

Like hilary said, beautiful rythm to this. Flow was 10/10 in every verse.

terror of misplacing my pride;
my growing sense of insanity
and constantly having to hide.

Wow, good work

:)

A very subtle exploration of the fear we dare not name, the dreaded A-word. It is in my family, as both sets of grandparents died with it, and my father now has it. As your last line points out, it´s not something you die from, it´s something you die with, at the expense of dignity; sometimes death is welcome.

Very thought-provoking. Well done.

Agree entirely with Ewan's comment. Grandmother and mother, went the same way; I would rather be shot!

Great piece that should provoke thought but I'm afraid, that in the case of the 'Big A' it has to be seen first hand to be understood.

On the upside, my wife's grandmother lived to be 101 years and was writing letters to loved ones on the day she died.

Senility is a visitor, that you only recognise when it is knocking at someone else's door!

new Bradene
I agree with threeleafshamrock
and all experiences life
help others.good bad.I could sy loads but I'm not going to
Juie cavalcader xx

Thanks Julie glad you found this to your liking. Val x

Thank you Hilary Glad you liked this piece too Val x

Very much appreciate your comments Pinda. Thanks Val x

Sorry to hear about your Grandparents and your Father Ewan, Yes the dreaded A does scare me rigid having seen three of my closest friends and one of their husbands suffer it. The scary thing is I do lose some of my words lately, but having spoken to my GP about it he assures me that this can be an effect of Hypo-thyroidism which is something that has befallen me over the past few years, my words usually turn up, after I stop panicking and relax (; and of course writing helps me enormously. Thanks for the comments. Val

Sorry to hear about your Gran and your Mother Chris. It seems everyone I know has someone who suffers from it. I'm not altogether sure that a sufferer doesn't recognise it at some stage Chris I know my friends Husband new what was going on with him long before she twigged it and he did his best to hide it and succeded for a while, then inevitably the time comes when the person you've loved and respected becomes a shadow of what they once were, until they disappear altogether. It is indeed a scary thought. Val x

Thanks again for your further comments Julie, much appreciated. Val

A skilfully written poem, but somewhat depressing ;-p

'I dread losing my dignity,
in terror of misplacing my pride;'

Love these lines. Well done xox

Nathan.

Such a final but sad ending :( But don't worry Val, we're all a little mad - I'm seventeen and I can already feel my sanity slipping away! Keep writing ;)

Magic xxx

A truly sensitive evocation of a difficult subject which touches so many lives. Margot

So beautifully penned, very true for many of us and also so, touching.

Best wishes,

Rachael. x