I fear the darkness,
Its pull upon my life.
The way it tries to dominate,
My inability to fully hide.
Light is threatened.
Will illumination cease?
Will the heaviness of the dark reign,
And finally overtake me?
Am I feeding the fear by my acknowledgement
Assisting in its growth,
By whispering to the enemy
The things he wants to know?
Is the power fear has,
Only that for which I give?
Will its hindering effects,
Continue influencing how I fail to truly live?
I do push through while afraid,
Sufficient, yet my courage is unstable.
Fearing fear itself, but much more.
There’s no way to avoid the shadows…