uncle Dread

uncle Dread by Ryan Pearce

haven’t eaten in 3 days, even when i try

i can’t figure out why

then comes the sinking feeling

dizziness and nausea has me reeling

world closing in

cold creeping through my skin

uncle Dread has come for a visit

uninvited he just comes in and sits

that iconic smirk reflected back at me

let’s talk he says playfully

skillfully knitting my emotional strings

narrating a tale of future things

easily capturing my imagination

whose vividness only fuels my trepidation

with horror fear and doubt, he forms a wheel

directing the course of what i feel

i feel helpless beneath his glaring gaze

derisive laugh, smirk never leaving his face

all my own, my evil twin

dark doppelganger from within

i must argue hope, strength and positivity

i must find the other side of me

i find myself at the shore of the sea

the waves crashing are calling to me

uncle Dread cannot live in the blue

these waters bring life, renew

even amidst their turmoil there is peace

they teach me how to find release

drown the pestilence of woe

rise from the waves and know

i will not be mastered by my circumstances

every breath like each wave brings new chances

to fight the fate that seems self evident

to lay siege to my issues and not relent

i feel the surge of life in me

like the powerful current of the sea

Divine hope shines down upon my face

i bask in Love’s warming embrace

that smirk has changed on the face of Dread

it’s a smirk of confidence on my face instead

looking to the future with hope by Ryan Pearce

© Ryan J. Pearce 2021

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