Teacups and Pens

Fear

It’s a shutter in the dark;

it’s the shivers that sprint down your spine,

in the race to the bottom at a strangely

eerie pace;

it’s the imagination that runs a little

too free;

this is fear.

It’s thinking you are lost,

no one, a speck of dust in the scheme of

things,

you are a failure;

it’s knowing you don’t love them anymore,

but not knowing how

you are going to

live without them;

it’s realizing you don’t know

where you will be in the future;

this is fear.

It’s the monster that manages

a toothed-grin at you in the corner

of your mirror,

it’s the lost soul

that whispers in your dreams,

and leaves a cold sensation

when you walk past;

it’s the black abyss you see

when you look down

from the balance beam,

and realize you are going to fall,

leaving nothing but the sounds

of your tortured screams;

this is fear.

Fear is something

that only comes by

when you begin to doubt yourself;

your strength,

your ability,

your willpower.

When all the bones in your body

feel as if they may snap in two,

when your brain feels like a giant

bowl of jello,

green,

soft,

useless.

When you feel your heart, and you feel

a slight twinge of utter pain

from how intense the fear feels.

When you can’t breathe,

because if you do,

there won’t be any air to take in

to your quivering lungs.

Fear is an intense emotion,

that completely overtakes you.

But, you can choose.

You have control,

of your mind,

of your body,

of your future.

Use this wisely.