A poem about nerves and fear:
The thing about fear is that drives you down to your stomach in Now
Now is here, there, and living like a wild monkey on your shoulder, playing with your chest like it’s strumming a harp
And the drive is to forget, to distract, to just get away to a place with unfamiliar bridges in shadowy nights
But what do we have, if we do not appreciate this moment?
Every moment we have is a moment of our lives, a moment of time, limited edition feat. You and yourself and all the rest of you
Maybe it’s radical, but even if it is our fear making us hold Time in the forefront of our minds, we are still holding Time
And as we shift towards gratitude, an absurdity, we make a pact of peace
Why should we be ashamed of our fear? We didn’t cast Fear as the starring role in the film, all we can do is deal with the diva
And we handle it,
as we have in the past, as others have done, and as we will do in the future, as other future selves will do
