My Phobias

 

 

I have some serious phobias

One is the fear of heights,

No big thing for you I guess

But for me, that’s a fright.

 

That’s the reason why

I am happy with my height,

I do not have a fear of falling

If the ground is close to sight.

 

Don’t ask me to climb

Even the shortest of ladders,

Trusting those shaky things…

Well, that’s a different matter.

 

 

A child once knocked his ball

Right on top of the roof,

Only when he had gone home

I determined to face the truth.

 

I reluctantly got a ladder

And up to the roof I climbed

But at the top I stood transfixed,

By then I had lost my spine.

 

I just could not step off

Too afraid that I would fall

So because of my acrophobia

I could not return the ball.

 

So many times I’ve dreamt

Of being some place high

And just when I am falling

I would wake up with a sigh.

 

 

It’s not my imagination

And it’s not just in my mind,

Heights make me feel dizzy

Each and every time.

 

Perhaps, you too have a fear

It may not be of heights

But whatever it is, I know

It causes you quite a fright.

 

 

I am also claustrophobic

Therein lies my fear of dying,

It will be a colossal problem

Getting me in a coffin.

 

Worst than that is the burial

Covered up with all that dirt,

Suffocating in so much darkness

That, I must avert.

 

So If I do not stay down

You would know the reason why,

It’s my claustrophobia at work

Even after I die.

 

 

My final fear is this

It’s the fear of the unknown,

However, I am not unduly worried

Since in that I am not alone.

 

I have given that to Jesus

Unlike the other fears

But I am a work in progress

I just hope, to you, that is clear.

 

Stewart Russell © July 2019