FEAR A FAILING FRIEND

Does ones life have many momets of being re-born? Do we die on the inside and then come back into life with newness?  I feel like over the past week I have been re-born.  My life has rebegun, yet like all things new I am feeling really apprehensive and nervous.  I fear.....

I don't float with the changing winds all that well and even when goodness is the prime denominator I fear that one day I will fall from the skies....I wrote this poem a few months ago, yet it has just as much relevance as I begin a new phase in my life......

FEAR

The internal beast that I feed with my attention

It makes a banquet of my mind

Never enough to satisfy its hunger

A simmering, smouldering stew

Bubbling and fermenting

For the cannibal to devour

But it desires my waveless heart beat

Turning it into a chaotic place full of mess

Braising, parching and scorching

Preparing for its meal

I desire to flee the outbreak of commotion

And be free of the controllable

The dominating thought

My suffocating breath

I am panicked by the beast

That constantly wants to gorge on my soul

Immobilising me

The questioning in my mind

As the beast starts to grow

And manifest, feeding

Greediness

Feeding off a bottomless pit

Leaving me empty

Apart from the beast itself