This week’s haiku is a little dark. Not because I’m depressed — in fact, life has been pretty good lately and I’m happy — but because I wrote it while listening to Stella Pope Duarte talk about facing your fears and getting to know your inner universe. If you ever get a chance to hear her talk, take it!
A fear bubbles forth
A spider of self loathing
Slam it with a book!
Now its your turn!
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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