underneath the fear….
beneath the tears….
is a panic that runs wild and uncontrolled….
any hint…
any indication of change….
spikes the fear of death in me…
because this was how I survived….
this was how I made it through….
but it took a fatal cost….
and the more I hold onto the past…
the more I’ll come to regret what I lost….
I’m afraid…
I’m terrified….
It grips my whole self…
It blacks out all the rest….
But I can’t stay in this panic….
No, I can’t live here…
Tearing down the walls slowly….
Growth and flowers left in the fallen
Years….
