When that moment of certain fear arrives,

In my head a turbulent storm gyrates.

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Little beyond feeling, perhaps notions

that creep inside the mind ever ruthless.

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Self doubt with little afterthought beckons

a spirited reaction, though docile

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in its manner, subtle in quiet spite.

Conscious and confused, separate outcomes

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seem to alter the confident repose

of yesterday’s pleasures; sweet elegance.

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Dashed by a look, a comment, a true thought

aimed desire to know to define passion

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We all seek solace from our certain fears

that dress themselves neatly in the shadows.

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Yet, why now?

Why this time?

How is life

predictable

when confusion

lies in wait?

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A look,

a comment,

a true thought …

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How do anxieties become defined,

while internal pleasures speak only pain?

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When did you walk inside this room of mine

that your response might merit my own life?

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I will wait while heavy clouds dissipate

the lightning strikes my soft heart may create.