Fear is our way to stop life
from being truly lived.
If we let it grip,
It will sap away
all of our fight, all of our energy.
It holds our gaze,
a predator on the prowl.
Trying to hunt you down.
It makes your mind howl.
Agonising pain as you drown
in the deepening memory rains.
Fear sinks into your clothes,
it sticks to your skin,
it flows through your veins.
The beast smells it on me.
Fear knows where thoughts hide
when you are scared.
Fear sees you delve deep
into dreams.
It sees the one
with whom you swim
in the oceans of your mind.
It bides its time.
Letting you feel safe.
Comfortable, defences dropped.
It waits. Standing stock still
like a rocky outcrop.
Fear never stops eying me.
A feast for its hungry belly.
It rages tirelessly,
like an ever-angering sea.
Fear knows when to strike.
When you are filled with hope,
and high on life.
It waits
a little longer still.
Ready for the kill
and as you are
at the pinnacle
of a moment of joy.
It comes in
like a wrecking ball.
Crushing your dreams
in a solid single blow.
Smashes the image
of hope into smithereens,
blown on angry winds.
Then grows a nightmare
from the hateful seeds it has sown.
So let go of fear, open arms to hope instead.
Don't let those thoughts fester in your head.
But if it is the hum you hear,
then maybe dear
the fear is real. So shed a tear
and run or the hum will leave you dead.
Thanks for reading
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