Friday Writings #140: Things That Aren’t So Scary (anymore)

 

I’m not scared of much these days. This might be a peculiar thought coming from the mind of someone who has lived with obsessive compulsive disorder for as long as she can remember. But it’s still the truth. I don’t think of the things that trigger my compulsions as “scary”. They are disgusting, inconvenient, and can be debilitating, but not exactly frightening.  As a child though, I was terrified of the dark; or, more precisely, of finding someone I cared about hurt or dead… in the dark. Weirdly specifically, isn’t it? I think fears are like that—personal.

And since getting personal about fears (alive or conquered) isn’t the most fun thing anyone (okay, I) can think of doing on my own, for this week’s optional prompt, our dearest and totally awesome Rommy asked me to invite you to create poetry or prose inspired by things that aren’t so scary (anymore).

Please, add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum (excluding title), for prose and for poetry. You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose. You may write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Do visit other poets and storytellers. Read their contributions. Comment on the things (people?) they no longer find so scary.

for next week, Rosemary will invite us to write on being bound and/or breaking free.