Breaking Fear

fear poem



Hiding from your fantasy
At the usual roundtable
From being that next candidacy
Fighting for that righteous stable

Too many foolish words are spoken
Narrowing what could be retained
Starving for that stand yet not broken
Taking the time making this Ingrained.

When the inner fear strikes at you
Don’t run away too far, slap it down
Look for its core that flies in you
Face it sternly, grip it’s crown.

Watch as the many fall laying at your feet
Greet not their calm but their beast
It is only then are they out of control
Stand bold to that face fold it at its crease.



photograph by Tom Sodoge


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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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