A cry to solace

Someone told me... "You look like you're going through the most..." Was it that bad? I didn't realize it.... My frustrations, my anger... always tucked in... never present when it matters. It seeks the light when it's already done... when I'm depleted, destroyed, delayed... It sits quietly for fear of disturbance... For fear of what it could mean... But what if...? What if it was the sanctuary? The freedom The upliftment The change needed The whip into shape What if? What if a let fear drift ceaselessly away? Drip through me Expunge out of me I don't need fear Fear needs me... And I no longer want to be needed...