You are afraid of silence.
A fear that if you stop to listen closely,
you won't hear anything at all.
You are afraid of the dark.
The illusion that if you pause to look deeper,
you'll be alone in an empty space.
You are afraid of the cold.
Fearful of reaching out with warmth,
asking for it, too;
and feeling a ghost's breath instead.
You're afraid of deficit.
For what is silence, but a lack of noise and sound?
Darkness, but the absense of light?
And a frozen soul just a heart without
the warmth of love.