Fears
even when I am inside
a safe space
that is my home.
I fear the silent disruption of that
spark of light illuminating the glum world.
The flashes within seconds
jolt me and I cringe.
The thunder's announcement
to take shelter is always too late.
I fear the water during thunderstorms.
That somehow, the lightning
will travel with the water through the pipes
when I shower and I end up
naked and grotesquely dead.
I fear the rain
when it pours stronger than
the liquor in my gut.
And floodwaters will rise leaving us stranded.
My front view is a swamp for a few days.
And although I am still alive and life will go on
the smell of rotting will seep through
my lungs as the waters are about to dry.
And while the sun is shining, I go out and about
forgetting.
And they will all soon come back and
so will the fears and I have done nothing about it.

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