Dropped Like a Hot Potato

I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.

I got tired of being unhappy.
And strapped with available nonsense,
On my back.

I've long asked God to deliver me from that.

I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
Without one regret of being burned.
Or which emotion I dealt with it.
I was not going to allow it to sit.
And nourish on me as if a leech!

I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had been whipped into doubt and confusion.
No one had to tell me I was crazed.
I was in the affirmation stage.

I had the fear in me stopped.
And dropped like a hot potato.

And today...
Nothing gets dropped.
Since the fear in me stopped.
To let go of an experience,
That may be too precious to go wasted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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