F. E. A. R.

I hear the whispers of fear
echo within my psyche
as again it comes knocking on my front door
I try to ignore for I am afraid what it has in store
Please go away, I just wont answer the door once more!

A pause of silence as I hold my breath
for fear may hear and suck any air I have left
I hold my breath as long as I can
for fear; it has a keen smell
insatiable appetite
that feeds on ones own personal hell.

It's hold wants to cling to me,
takes residence in my eyes to see � 
as I get lost
in the glare of who I am
or what I ought to be
straight in the mirror
I stand in false fallacy
as fear reaps hold
and shatters all the good I see
Fear has its own teachings
I, a student, in much past
What I learned was for sure
never meant to last.
For fear blames--loves to accuse
sees things one way and
will never lose.
Does not matter what you say
even if you tell the truth
a person consumed is a person
who sees things only their way
believes fear's lies
to think the worst
of what appears to be
judgements asperse
despite the facts
it sees what it wants to see
in a world fear convinces is
literally out to get me.

Break free of this
dead end destiny
Fear numbs out love
by living in duality.
Break free from shackles
of judgement and shame
I'm now onto fear's little game.
Now fear comes knknocking_at my door;
so I invite it to dinner
sit down to eat with it once more
not lost in my reflection
of who I wish to be
because I found love at the core of
me--I am free.

~Crysta