What Are You Afraid Of?

Where do I begin

to describe,

this sea with no end? All these years,

and all these tears

have led to this

huge sea of fears. This ocean I have cried,

waxes and wanes

with its moonlit tide,

bringing in present pain

from demons of anxiety

is all I gain. It slowly subsides

and I can breathe,

only to come back

like a den of thieves. Gnashing at my soul

like a hungry demon,

these fears are relentless

in the darkness of my prison. This is some of the price I pay,

and the Cross I must bear,

that very few know

and even fewer care.