The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts
That invades your brain
On quiet nights.
It takes shape now,
As a Creature in the corner
Looming over your slumped shoulder, as you
Drain the last of the coffee from your favorite mug, in a
Desperate bid to stay awake; your work is still unfinished
Your studying still not done.
You wince as you notice the time
And shiver as you notice how dark it is
In your room.
You worry, stress, and doubt;
All the while it sits, lounging, smirking.
It lurks in the back of your own mind
When you are weak and vulnerable,
That's when it rises, takes over, launches an attack:
Swift and calculated, it
Something else appears
A different sort of something...
At the window, something that you've been pushing down,
Suppressing in the depths of your consciousness,
In the pit of your soul.
You recognize it now
It strengthens and grows,
Lighting up your room, your thoughts,
Hope, you realize, that has always been there.
Hope, that even while hidden away, was strong;
Stronger than the lowest point, the darkest room, the worst nightmare
Hope, stronger than anything, everything that
Fear could throw at you.
Fear, once a Creature in the corner
Overwhelming, agonizing, oppressing,
Now cowards in the shadow
Of this new, reckless light
It sits down, cross-legged on the floor
Glowing, it's kind face looks up at you, smiles gently.
It shines almost too bright to look at,
But you smile back.
Fear, what Fear?
Fear, now shriveled and forgotten.
In its place
All that is left, is