The wind was what I feared
So I pulled the covers, tuck myself in
and hid until it passed.
I awoke the next morning to a cheery, sunny day.
I stepped out outside, but
started screaming at the breeze.
I ran back, closed all the windows,
untied all the curtains
and was left all alone in the dark.
I breathed in and out slowly until
I started to fear the air that filled my lungs.
I tried to stop thinking, but
just couldn't find the switch.
I started banging my head against the wall
and cried endlessly to the noises inside my head.
It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't go away.
So I slept.
*And found myself smiling in the end.
The fear gradually grows until there comes a time that it abruptly takes over and consumes us whole.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015