Mastered
Chameleon, I mastered early
Authenticity? Years to attain
Lacking a soul nurtured fondly
Self love came
First
Once fiercely and tenderly caring for me
Became the norm
I could see
The way
Loving unconditionally
From fear
Finally free
Chameleon, I mastered early
Authenticity? Years to attain
Lacking a soul nurtured fondly
Self love came
First
Once fiercely and tenderly caring for me
Became the norm
I could see
The way
Loving unconditionally
From fear
Finally free

Love, NYC © Kim Nelson
There will always be opposition
Evil will ever exist
Fear and hatred?
They will be present
Your role, your work?
Resist
Wake up
And Love
*Shared at Poets United’s Verse First

Verde
An Original Encaustic by Kim Nelson
Fear is the opposite of Love.
In youth
my motivations, fear enchained
prevented my embrace
of goodness, grace.
Thank God
for vision, clear
heart, open
patient one,
that loosened links
allowing
true love in.
And out.
Love.
Flows freely.
Both ways.
So long as fear is locked up, held in chains.
Fear is the opposite of Love.
Early childhood neglect and abuse
Created, fed, habits and patterns
Nightly assaults fueled by booze
Taught her to fear all that matters
When, at last, a redeemer appeared
Brought her into the light and to safety
Expecting all angst to be cleared
When not so, considered her crazy
Demanded she stop seeking refuge
Beneath sinks, in closets, up high
Assumed all she said, subterfuge
Became next foe instead of ally
How’s a girl supposed to win?
I chose this sing-songy form because child protective services and public education systems are often lock-step-follow-the-rules-fit-in-this-space institutions. These parameters rarely lead to the success of those with special or severe needs.
*Written for Verse First at Poets United ~ Patterns

Fear of Falling… Falling… Falling…
Despite an attitude of gratitude
Times occasionally
Elicit grief
Sadness
Want
Tears
Cling
To lower lid
Hovering just above
Cheek exerting every cell
To avoid falling, falling, falling
Is
this
why I
harbor a
fear of falling?