Fear grips my heart
Squandering life with a tight hand
It’s a weed that’s grown over years
Of avoidance and neglect
Beautiful and frightening it blooms
Under my skin- fragrance hitting my nose
No where to hide now
The rage has been loosed
And now all that’s left is to wait

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