There is fear at the pit of my stomach.
It is a deep, aching fear.
It isn't always obvious, but it's always there, waiting for me to acknowledge it.
I try to suppress it, but that does nothing.
I'm still scared.
I'm scared of what will happen, I'm scared of the future.
There is nothing I can do to stop it. I can merely fear its coming. I pray that all will be well. But I know it most likely won't.
And that's why I'm scared.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
