Fear

The chaos of my life is mostly gone. Uncertainty has practically ceased to be, crumbling the foundation at the core of me. Every part was created by a life lived in some form of constant fear. Now that I no longer live this way the fear that has kept me alive is now restricting my freedom to live. I have repressed my fear , leaving it without purpose. My fears began falling into my subconscious settling into the empty parts,into the darkest shadows , becoming them. I believe my irrational fear of the dark is my minds own projection of my inner self. Not long ago I slept in cold black allies, my fear was all I had. I now live in warm rooms full of light unable to go near the darkness. Under the beds, inside the closets, holding my breath to run down a hallway at night. If I stand to close or reach my hand into the darkness for just a moment to long my fears might recognize my touch and again consume my outward self as well as in.