Fear of making a mistake,
of losing, of failure, of
taking a risk, even for
your own sake.
Fear of tiredness and fatigue,
of injury, illness and
the next plague.
Fear of looking too good,
being a success,
of losing out, of having doubt,
leaving yourself exposed in a
game of chess.
Fear of public speaking,
of correction and tweaking,
of underperforming, of being
a show boat, too thin,
too fat, or being called a pig.
Fear of humiliation and ridicule,
of being a dunce in school,
of losing in pool,
of not making the grade,
of never getting paid.
Fear of the dark, of bad dreams,
of lions and snakes, of bugs
and bears, of no one who cares,
of a baby’s scream.
Fear of old age, of death,
of the afterlife,
of breathing…
your last breath.
Fear of boats, cars and planes,
of swimming, driving and flying,
of being a little more sane.
Fear of selling, smelling,
of asking for help from
doctors, teachers, and lawyers,
there’s just no telling.
Fear of getting fired, hired,
of saying, “I’m retired;”
of being second best,
of eternal rest.
Fear of love and hate,
of anger and faith,
of numbers that end
in six or eight.
Fear of money, of honey,
of your father, mother,
sister and brother,
or just another.
Fear of crowds and certain situations,
of heights, lengths and widths,
of blades and bullets,
of fights and shifts.
Fear of sex, of losing control,
of being too good,
of getting knocked out,
of dropping the ball.
Fear of being afraid,
of the sun and the shade,
of highs and lows,
of fears that you think
no one else knows.
Fear of God, of angels,
of ghosts, devils and demons,
fear of Karma, of Krishna,
of Jesus and Buddha,
of Mohammad and chutzpah.
Some fear is good;
much of it is bad;
living without the undesirable,
whether you’re a lass or a lad,
makes life far more enjoyable.
Matt Furey
P.S. 20 seats remain in the “Fear Begone Intensive” I’m holding tomorrow night, May 28, at 7 PM EST, over Zoom. Fee to be involved is $197.00. To get the direct link to enroll, email me.
