Fear

I listen to the movements from various nooks of the house, There is a message somehow, that keeps me agog I whisper a word, “I am . . .” And suddenly I develop my fear It makes me speechless. I tremble, with hands so stiff and sweaty; The work of the past (memories) may sway me But filled with aches, I could hardly talk well Fear, still entangles me. I feel so down and yet alone Like time that seems to crawl comparable to a long-tendriled vine I may cry and air my sighs but truth has calmed me down. It’s both the value of strength and optimism that I can cope and be able to outgrow. The varied cases of human repertoire Nonetheless, I reach the part of it and I succeed to overcome my fear. Now that I feel all right, my mouth desires to overlap The verge of thoughts that crosses my heart I may continue thinking that fear has just disappeared then.