Immagination is dble. edged
Sometimes truly wonderful
Biting the big one at others.
1st. time I encountered bad
Was about 4yr.s old & sis told
A witch lived under my bed
Would grab & eat if I dangled
I was terrified to petrification.
It wasn’t the story itself
What imagination did with.
There’s been many instances.
Once upon visiting an asylum
In brief flashlight I saw
Slumped bodies against wall
Me & companions freaked
We all ran like hell breathed.
I realised, later on that
Was probably garbage bags
Just my active imagination.
I recently encountered another
Foolish, I’ve walked 100’s
A simple, ordinary overpass
Suddenly imagination conjured
Intruded thoughts into my mind
What if the structure collapses?
Over traffic, you probably
Won’t survive the fall.
How old is it anyway?
& on & on it went thusly
I had to sternly talk to self
Brain to brain communication
Even made self repeat a few
But imagination wouldn’t stop
That’s when I learned
Fears are imagination products
A mind thing & that’s our specialty
Well within our grasp to conquer.
patchwork girl speaks 