Fetid Fear

Fears bubble up like sewer water
from overflowing gutters
fetid, unsaoury fears;
tip toeing over unpleasant flow
I walk a mile, trying to forget.
That smell lingers
in hair, on clothess and body
overwhelming; spotting
lush meadows with
patches of hell
centirfugal and centripetal
commitment and freedom
act simultaneously
crush and pulse in each heartbeat
A dream of ife: a life of dreams.
At fifteen a wait-
Prince charming is on his way
strong arms ready to whirl away
Then at twenty two
a quivering heart anticipates
a blossimg into full blown lotus;
Twenty nine or may be thirty
the dye is cast and mold set
in unbreakable steel
imperishable stone
no one could tell:
hidden aspirations
submerged desires
worked a wonder
corroding, gnawing from within
and a butterfly left chrysalis;
till fear ripped out
ephemeral wings.