I was following my heart, through the thick smoke,
I was in a dreamscape, a land so new and fragile,
To my destructive finger tips, my breath came shakily from between plump lips,
I squinted through the smoke, a figure stood in the cover, every good sense in me told me to turn back,
Run away! But I was so tired of running, I wanted to face what scared me, so desperately,
Parting each layer that stood between me and the shadowed figure, I grew anxious, my heart sped,
Steeling my heart, I parted the last layer,
And baffled by my findings,
I was standing nose to nose, shoulder to shoulder,
With me,
I thought this had to be a cruel joke,
And with a broken cry,
I saw the truth,
I was afraid of myself,
How do you face your biggest fear, when it's you?