Is to retreat to the corners of your soul
And slide like a fetus
Into position in the dark
It is to forget
How it feels to be warm
(sensing only cold)
and wonder if you will ever survive.
Fear
is an iron clamp
that tightens around your neck;
an ulcerated hole
draining hope and contentment
through your stomach
Fear
is a gargoyle
that swallows you
whole.
You sit, being digested, in its belly
And long for life.
When fear freezes me
I center my eyes
On Your face
His cold claw ungrips me,
The ball and chain
left behind
in the
dark.
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