Fear Response

I see you there

on the ground

writhing in pain,

crying out

and I am overcome,

all at once,

with my own weakness,

my ineptitude,

my impotence,

my ability to make this right.



I am suddenly a naked child,

standing in the face of a hurricane

and somehow

I must break the storm,

or be obliterated.



don’t know what to do,

but I must do it quickly.

No time for thinking,

only action.

I do

the only thing I can think of;

I pick you up

and I run.


HG – 2019

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