She is ten years old and her first fear is the ‘Thing’ hiding under the bed.
10 + 10 = 20
She’s twenty now and her only fear is she may be left all dusty on the shelf.
20 + 10 = 30
Thirty and her saddest fear is her family is yet to appear.
30 + 10 = 40
She’s heard that forty is her prime yet her hidden fear is the mirror will no longer shine.
40 + 10 = 50
The fear that lurks in her heart is her youthfulness may only be for her past.
50+ 10 = 60
How did she get here so soon? The fear that stands out alone is now finding out others may see her as the crone.
60 + 10 = 70
The eyes are dimmer and the body slower, she fears her limbs no longer listen; her body is no longer her friend.
70+ 10 = 80
Much too close to closing her book, a regretful fear that things are still to be done and now all’s too late, must she just commiserate?
80 + 10 = 90
She is the grand dame and nods her head; she fears frequently she’s forgotten what ’s been in her head.
90 + 10 = 100
All seems a dream.
A century of living has passed.
What will she leave for her future lineage to celebrate?
Fears of each decade lived?
She closes her eyes and prays for resolution, fear absolution.
She’s ten and now awake….up and out of her fearful bed, she sticks her head under and says “BOO….. I am no longer afraid of You!”© K S Hardy 2009
Fear can be a layering system….we add to it sometimes without knowing. This is using a woman’s perspective but men are not immune from the layer accumulation.
As we took on the fear so we can also take it off.