Fear is an octopus made of black, sticky tar
Whose tentacles squeeze the heart and strangle the throat.
It smells like the dark, damp cellar of childhood nightmares,
And sounds like the ocean roaring above as you sink one last time.
It numbs your body, burns your soul; but neither relieves the other.
Fear leads to certain death without the intervention by a lifeline of hope.
February 11, 2019
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2019