Some days
I wrestle with fear
of what might be
darkness
a snare
secretly waiting
to ruin my day
to captivate
so I remain
in a place I don't belong

Years have revealed
fear is nothing
has no life
no body
no form at all

Permission to live
is granted by me
the only life
it will ever know
rides on the scary avenue
of my stupid mind

I could open the door wide
invite it to stay
allow it to take shape
my shape
my eyes
grant it permission to be
my voice
lend it
my limbs
let it breathe
and move
and makes things happen
to live
a few short hours
as if it were me
and steal
so many of mine

I told it to leave
I want to be alone
not to be the best pal
of the wrong kind of company
I won't turn something
that is nothing
into my imaginary friend

I've rolled away the carpet
blocked the pathways
closed the door
and locked it real tight

Peace
be my company
embrace the inner me
and laughter will discover
it has legs to stand on

Peace
becoming
breathing
moving
and making things happen