fear itself

I can feel it creeping up on me, this fear. It has many faces. Some are my own, others are images from my past and present. They scatter around me like restless birds. They descend on me like bats flooding the sky at sun set.

I fear that once the unknown becomes known, it may strike me down.

I fear I am not living up to my full potential, that I am wasting time.

I fear that I will not find love, because I don't know how.

I fear that I will not find fulfillment within myself.

I fear that that it may already be too late.

I need to sleep.