Struggling to reach the top,

if I slow down I know I’ll stop.

Forging on through murky mud,

through forest deep and rushing flood.

On and on my weary legs flee,

I hear it’s breath as it chases me.

My chest is aching and I need air,

I don’t slow down, I wouldn’t dare.

If I should falter, fall to the ground,

search you may but I won’t be found.

Urged on by terror, slowed down by pain,

my efforts feeble and in vain.

I must keep going, no end in sight,

fear never ceases, no not tonight.

By: Beverly Beekmans (April 2010)

Fear is something that has always gripped my life and tonight I chose to try and express its effect on me.