Overwhelming fear Stories

It comes to me in whispers, Tapping at my unconscious window Peering from behind frozen glass Wriggling around the outskirts of my mind It comes to me in waves, Clawing at my insides one minute Gone the next Intervals of frantic flutters and static bristles It comes to me in droves, Hurls me to the ground, Leaving me windless in a storm of hooves Trampling over my heart It comes to me naturally, Every step is taken breath...

Some days my soul rises up with the sun,Filled with the wild elation of loving,And knowing that love is returned by one,Whose heart belongs to me, and this provingBy her deep devotion and caring words.As my heart takes flight, words flow from my mindAnd sing their joy as they soar with the birds.But there are other days when she seems blindTo my fervent declarations of loveAnd all at once the world is dark and drear.So I...