by Hazel Vineet
Fear,
It creeps upon you
Like a cold hand,
Sends chills through your body,
Sits in the pit of your stomach,
Like a rock
It's called fear.
It fills your mind,
With thoughts that you'd rather not think,
With things you'd rather not see,
With things you'd rather not feel.
Fear.
Being afraid is like being possessed.
You're not yourself.
You try to smile,
Try to talk,
But you can't.
You're enveloped with
Fear.
A word with no breath in between,
Being held,
Just like it does to its victims.
Fear.
It can go away
For a while,
But it will always return
To haunt you.
Fear.
But there is a way
To make it disappear,
Just
Let it out.
Tell someone
About it.
It will fade,
Slowly,
Slowly,
Away.
It's called Fear.
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