#1998-Pretend
19/01/2023
Heights are dizzying,
At times even scary.
But with head held high,
Unhurried, unworried,
And one step at a time,
I can easily descend,
To see around the bend.
For it is meandering fears,
Learned over the years,
That keep me awake.
It all makes little sense.
The challenge to overcome,
Seemingly immense.
Now I don’t look down,
Keep my mind steady,
Feet firmly on the ground.
And that,
Which hides around the bend,
Is no longer worrisome,
But just a game of pretend.
