26/12/23 1 min read (published in The Power of Poetry)
Author in Boston, December 2023
One morning in beautiful Boston,
I left the hotel to meet up with my friend who had gone shopping
She did not wait for me as I was napping
The biting blustering wind scoured my face as soon as I stepped out onto the pathway.
I was poor with directions and feared that the GPS would mislead me
I walked briskly on the verge of running, keeping my fingers crossed
It’s not so much the cold but the fear that the person behind me might pounce on me
Few times I threw side glances to size up the figure behind me.
I could run, I could kick, I could scream
Noticing people coming in the opposing direction comforted me
Everyone seemed to pace along, nonchalantly
Being well covered up by his neck buff added to the mystery and my tension
600 m later, the destination loomed up before me
The figure behind me had passed ahead
I was relieved
All in my mind
I have a fertile imagination and innate fear
Anyway, I am glad to overcome my doubts by setting out
What’s worse
To be held captive in my own mind each time I am challenged
Or face the uncertainty, realise the truth and fortify my mind
Many times it’s the tricks of my thoughts
I had chosen not to submit to fear