“My fear is so afraid I’m going to leave it, it holds on with talons.” (Anonymous)

Fear an emotion? Hardly.

Fear’s an entity, a constant companion,

master of disguise, insidious, 

playing roles of procrastination,

terror, restlessness, irritability, 

discontent…. Fear is bitchiness,

foreboding, butterflies, cravings,

feelings of entitlement. 

Fear creeps up, whispers in my ear

it’s not right to be happy, it’s not fair

to feel good. Fear turns green, 

cackles like a witch and destroys

a fragile friend whose recovery shames me,

all to bring her down to my misery, 

to keep her as company for my disease.

Fear rules, haughty, arrogant, accustomed

to dominance. Fear fears only sanity,

knowing full well all these years

it held sway, could keep my sanity at bay.

Fear fears only my learning the truth,

that when I just ask God to remove my fear,

at once I begin to pass it by.