| 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 |