I have a theory about our fears; they’re always there, always murmuring- they never seem to go away. Sometimes, they whisper..but oft times they shout- especially when we want to take a step forward into the unknown. The battle never ceases but it’s how we respond that matters. Me? I put up a fight-daily…with no intention of losing.
For as long as I can recall
my fears have never been too small
They sneer and demand I forfeit
Never-ever will I submit
Instead, I nail them to the wall!
dVerse Poets– Quintilla
A Spanish Quintilla has 5 lines of eight syllables with a varied rhyme scheme. This one is A-A-B-B-A