Fear

The tide was coming in;
there was only a narrow strip,
of firm beach between the water,
and the white.

Ralph needed to think,
understanding the wearisomeness,
of this life.
He lost himself
in a maze of thoughts.

With a convulsion of the mind,
Ralph discovered the conscious,
of his grim mood,
and the fault at the fire.

The platform was of noise and excitement,
scrambling screams,
and laughter.

We began well,
we were happy.
But remembering the beastie,
the snake,
the fire,
the talk of fear,
we get frightened.

We’ve got to talk about this fear,
I’m frightened myself,
but we put up,
with being frightened.

Be frightened
if you want,
but this fear can’t hurt you,
more than a dream.