Poetry by Ivanka Fear

            Robert Couse-Baker CC




It Stands

It is what it is
and it stands as it is.

Not a good fit, not right at this time.
A square peg in a tray of round holes.
Unaccepted, not really appreciated.
A reject in a slushpile.

Edgy and sharp
fresh
blood free-flowing from this self-inflicted gash.
Rough and raw
painful
self-induced dry heaving, nothing left to purge.
emotional
intense
uncontrollable tears streaming from weary eyes.

No apologies, no offence meant...
It stands as it is,
as do I.
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Ivanka Fear is a former teacher now pursuing her passion for writing. She lives in midwestern Ontario, Canada, with her family and cats. Her poems and short stories appear in Spadina Literary Review, Montreal Writes, Adelaide Literary, October Hill, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Sirens Call, The Literary Hatchet, Understorey, Aphelion, Muddy River Poetry Review, and elsewhere. You can read more about her at https://ivankafear.wixsite.com/mysite

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