Poem: Not Quite Unafraid

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Not Quite Unafraid

I do not trust these still seas.
Too often I have seen the smooth water
suddenly boil, captive to angry winds
and storms hidden just over the horizon.

I do not trust these still seas,
but still, I will take my oars and set out,
not quite unafraid, but secure that survival
seems to be in my DNA, and I wear it well,

like a sailor’s tattoo, or bull fighter’s swagger,
each scar a proud testament
to those who have tried to kill me
and failed.

I do not trust these still seas

About this poem

Things are calm in my life. I like it. I don’t trust it. Yet.

This is not the poem I set out to write. That’s how it works.

Tom

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