Seven

I was taught real young what fear was

I was taught that before I could talk

By the way my mother would swoop me up

I learned it from her eyes

I learned it from the beating of her heart

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The first thing I feared was the fire

Hells fire to be specific

I learned it should be feared

From the Bible

From my mother

From God

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The second thing I feared was God

For he had the power to smite me

But I soon learned people are much more frightening

God you see is quite noble

He loves you

Even if you give up on him

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The third thing I feared was death

Even though it loomed far ahead of me

But death you see means little

But that you must return to once you came

A beautiful paradise waits after a wholesome life

So says my God

It was lesson my mother taught me

 

The fourth thing I feared was loneliness

For I had just looked death in the face

I watched him take away my grandmother

While I held her hand

I wondered who’d be next

But when you have faith

You’re never alone

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The fifth thing I feared was boys

God couldn’t help me with that

These creatures were new

Different

And rough

But boys are people too

Just as confused about me as I am by them

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The sixth thing I feared was the future

Rapidly closing in on me

But with faith and hardwork

You can accomplish

Whatever it is that needs doing

And plant the seed of a bright future

Applying oneself is key

It was a lesson my mother taught me

 

The seventh thing I feared was life’s meaning

Life was pulsing

Alive

And moving forward at a rapid pace

But what was it for

I prayed upon that

Asking the why, not the how

Asking to see, not to hear

With time

And friends

And family

And love

And loss

I realized the meaning of life

Is to make one

It was a lesson I learned on my own

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741