I saw Fear clearly in the cold winter night.
His eyes were worn by nervousness,
He shivered at the shadows forming on the walls.
Crouching, he gripped a flashlight,
And could be heard whispering for help.
I saw Fear clearly in the summer night.
His pale skin reflected in brightness of the moon,
His blue hair shimmered shakily in the light,
And his eyes were still round and large and black.
He seemed smaller when he crawled into the light,
Desperate to be away from the ever present night.
I saw Fear clearly in the mirror.
My reflection staring back at me,
Wanting to run towards the light,
Whispering at itself to pull together.
Fear is alone.
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I wrote this about 4 years ago for a class, and stumbled upon it again tonight. Figured I would share it with. . . someone?
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