Fear My Friend

I fear I have lost everything.
Can It be?
I have never felt this way before
it's overwhelming,
it's too much!
This fear is paralyzing, consuming me.
The voice within my soul tells me to fight his fear,
but my heart says different.
It plunges me into all different kinds of confusion and
illusion
illusion about me, you
everything.
Fear is my faithful friend
sometimes comforting, but sometimes frightening me.
Instead of everything, I have gained fear.
It is better to have fear than have nothing at all.
Ah, what a torturous treasure.

by Ida Margarita Nieves

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