Posted in Poetry


I am feeling trepidation,
anxiety and ill-at-ease
at the coming
of another decade
creeping in towards me.

Naked and hollow
full of fear
is the monster crawling
towards my ear.

I am staring
sharpened eyes
looking towards the
eagle’s claws
wrapped around my tender heart.

(Dec 17, 2019. Reading this again, I wonder what state of mind I might have been in. Today, I am ready to dive into 2020. My next post will shine a light on my unfolding endeavors.)

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