Overcoming Fear
I grip the wooden rod
in
my hand and continue this grueling task
before me. The tool scrapes along clumps of
grass,
gathering remnants of the tree’s clothing. Callouses
form on
my fingers from the rough rake dragging leaves:
scarlet, lemon,
brown, and painted, each one piling on the
other. As I reach for more
of these explorers who have bravely left
their homes in trees, I wonder if I
could overcome my fears like them and see
the world that is around me. The stack
has reached its pinnacle now, a sign that my
wait is over. I stare at these fragile leaves, wondering if I could act like
them. Then summing all my courage, never looking back, I
jump
into my crunchy bed; specks of color fly
through the air.
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