2015
It's ironic to think that I could not publish a post, concerning
My subconscious fear of growing old
Until after a stressful event aroused
A subconscious attack of PTSD, which caused
Such an over-production of adrenalin that
The apex of my heart ballooned, landing
Your friend, Annie, in intensive care, where
Many people, who, like me
Have passed a certain age, are lined up
In beds, hooked up to life saving machines—Oy!
Now, if we consider the fact that I did not feel free to
Publish my fear of aging (in a similar manner, which
Proved true of past generations of
Our family's matriarchs) until after
That deeply stressful event caused
My heart to react in a dysfunctional manner—
That sequence of events begs me to quest within until
An answer this question penetrates my conscious awareness:
What caused my defensive wall to
Prevent me from exposing my
Fear of aging for public consumption, until after
My most recent stay in intensive care?
While you and I ponder upon that riddle
I hope you'll refrain from rolling your eyes when
Today's train of thought pulls forth this little red caboose:
Insights were added to yesterday's post
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