Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on slowing her breath, she struggled to keep running.  They were getting closer.

Everything was a blur, from the initial attack to her jumping out the window.

And to think she had planned on getting hammered off her ass to forget her problems.

Really though, it was more fun trying to hunt those bastards down.  She could almost smell their…

Chef (an acrostic poem)

Cooking the lights out every night was her goal in life

Harvesting awesome flavors from every ingredient she touched

Extreme foodies would travel from halfway around the world to sample her dishes

Focusing on that dream, the six-year-old watched her mom boil water

Feast (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure

Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned

At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe

So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?

The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money

Frog (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on looking before leaping

Really made life easier and gave him so much self-confidence moving forward

Of course, at this particular moment, it was getting a bit warmer, but everything would be just fine

Going to enjoy this sauna environment as it keeps getting hotter slowly until …

Fragile (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on her reflection in the mirror

Rachel wondered how she could go on

After everything she’d been through, there was so little left

Glass was far more robust than her current mental state

It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces

Leaving emotional shards across the floor

Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.

Fear (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what caused him to tremble

Embracing the terror he held in his hand

Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage

Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Forget (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on what memories she had left

Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet

Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers

Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence

Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone

The fact that she was still alive was little consolation