Sometimes I may lie in bed for hours, awake, and with my mind racing; Random thought and remembrances. Occasionally some will push to the surface. They are not action plans, but mere reflections.
I guess I would call the following 'a poem in a minor key' because it has no tonic.
Only to paralyze us into inaction to neither submission nor reaction.
To what end do we profit from fear of the avoidable?
Deluding our actions into lives uncontrollable.
To what end do we profit from fear of the unknown?
Our light extinguished in failure to discover,
Whether it be a painful truth or a hidden jewel to uncover.
The only profit in fear is to those than feign sell us complacency.
That all pain is avoidable, that risk is unnecessary and that for a price we can be insulated.
Thus delaying our preparations in hope; that will free us to grow.
I am tired today. The throat pain is worse and eating is a struggle. I know it is temporary and will try to focus on other things.