Fear

What is this thing that we call fear?

And what does it do while it is here.

Is it trying to help or make us feel pain?

Or is its main goal to drive us insane?

Where does it come from and where does it hide,

And what does it do when it’s locked up inside?

I can know when it’s near, as I feel all undone,

I guess in the end it wants me to run.

The path it presents is too easy for me,

A retreat to the shadows is where I will flee.

I try my hardest to withstand its attack,

But the fear is so strong and it weighs on my back.

If I take little steps perhaps the fear will not know,

As I strengthen my self for one final blow.

When the time is upon me and fear takes control,

My strength and my courage will force fear in its hole.

~David Phillips~