is it the smell of smoke and ashes with a raging fire over the hills? it is a common misconception that the flames take the lives of the majority but actually, it’s the smoke that kills yet we never make that a priority due to the uniformity of smoke detectors placed in our homes to ease the apprehension
is it the sight of a car accident over on the side of the interstate? we know staring is a sin but it’s as if we cannot look away seems like the car was the source of the flames it’s evident that the girl will be hospitalized until half past eight so we stay and wait for some sort of update but the ambulance is running late and she can’t see straight; she’s in the hands of fate but we take a deep breath when ruby red and azure blue headlights zoom past our peripheral vision we take a deep breath to ease the fear
is it the taste of your own blood on your pale lips as you lay paralyzed? the medic was specialized in handling events like this but you envision the blurred profiles of the loved ones you struggle to reminisce and the amount of blood lost was making you weak not to mention the cut on your cheek that made your skin even rosier than before. and you, you are iron-woman with only a little less iron in your veins you are superwoman breaking out of the chains that hold you down the hallucinations are almost over now so the paramedic straps an oxygen mask across your face to ease your fear
is it the feeling of needles poking and prodding, heads shaking and nodding as everyone talks about you but you? every breath is a pain and you could no longer feign a contented expression nothing but disdain remained there was no such thing as comfort anymore yet the anguish was something you couldn’t even begin to ignore so the doctors gave you a sedative to ease your fear
is it the sound of your mother’s cries that breaks the silence in the room when your father begins to wipe his own eyes? “i know you love her, but she won’t recover unfortunately she’ll have to suffer” is what the doctor muttered underneath his breath lord how he hated explaining death so they all gifted you flowers cards and compliments were showered onto the hospital bed but despite every effort it was becoming more difficult to fetter the fear that was now simply just an aura and everyone was looking for a way to ease their worries these flurries of fear could not be contained any longer
nevertheless; without fear, there would be no such thing as bravery.