I wonder how this poem ends, and so do I for fear! I think when I'll find an end to the latter, I'll come back here and finish this poem as well.
I have always enjoyed seeing Sarah Kay perform her poems and "When Love Arrives", was one of her first bits I ever saw.
Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye - "When Love Arrives"www.youtube.com
And then I stumbled upon a poem written in a similar format on hope. And inspired by them both, I decided to give it a try.
Below is literally an attempt on fear personified:
Fear had no shape, and not a sign of it existed
Until the day faith stumbled one day.
Fear then had quivering lips and shaky hands
and no explanation for scoring a C in class.
Fear grew up,
Fear now wore a tie and would show up frequently.
It had learned to stand stronger, with hope frequently walking out.
Fear would hide away on weekends and unfailingly return Monday mornings.
Then love came along and fear made way for it.
But it was not gone for long.
Fear had many questions,
But was in no mood to seek answers.
Fear now had a messy face and smudged mascara
Fear made sure that trust had no place to stay.
Now fear is old but not weak.
It looks stronger than ever and binds the love it gets.
It shrewdly smiles from the wrinkles of a face
slowly as the life from it recedes.
Fear has a new name,
it calls itself care and so people often let it stay.