This week’s limerick challenge asked for a poem inspired by fear. This could have inspired a verse on phobias or the plethora of very visible fears we project on a daily basis, or it could have prompted something much darker.
I chose to go darker (as you may have guessed). What are the things we never tell a living soul about? Do we have fears so deeply rooted in our psyche that we never utter them aloud? I considered the constant, gnawing fear the safety of a child evokes that only a parent can relate to, or the horror of confronting your own mortality through illness. What I eventually decided to go with was actually inspired by Rashmi, the host of the Limerick Challenge.
A couple of weeks ago, Rashmi posted the below YouTube video about the way women see their bodies. It demonstrates the damaging effect that media and social expectations have on a woman’s body confidence every day. It’s been whirling around my head since then, popping up when I look in the mirror and chastising me if a negative thought about somebody else pops into my head.
Watch it. You will then understand the angle I am attacking this week’s prompt from.
My limerick this week is:
She stood at the mirror and cried,
Defeated in all that she tried,
Her logical brain,
Wrapped up the pain,
But daily a piece of her died.