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“Fearlessness,” a sonnet:
May 27, 2014
By Lisa Montagne
“Fearlessness” is the chosen theme, you say?
The word—alone—strikes fear in this arch heart.
I fear many things: traffic, tooth decay,
Bears, the acid skin of some men, just to start.
And, in the night, stiff straight, I lay awake,
Because it was chasing me. What was? It!
It was. But that’s when…I take It by the throat
And…I snuggle It close, damned hypocrite.
This is my life, and I am living it.
Day by day by day by day by day by…
It is mine. Mine. Fear: my bitch, my trinket.
When the audience is ready to play…
Fear-less-ness, you say? I want fear. I eat
It for breakfast, and for ev’ry meal and treat.
