Dance
Unknown darkness, cold and harsh, beating heart
skin crawling. The air carries the presence of a huntress.
Mind screaming -get up and run- so you do.
You can feel, she is onto you.
Tracking your steps, catching your scent.
Bolting after you.
Skilled, as she is the best.
She corners you.
You knew you couldn't evade her for long.
"Yet you often try in panic", she whispers
As you face Fear, she offers you a monstrous hand.
"Heed my lead as you dance with me.
New steps and hurdles keep me company.
But if you trip, I won't let you fall."
One deep breath - you know what's coming - you take it.
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This was (partly) inspired by Child of the Sands.
This is my view on what fear should be to us, and what we should see in it.