It comes from nowhere
Creeping in silently behind closed doors
Lurking in every shadow,
It knows no boundaries . . .
It waits for the moment you let your guard down
For the day you feel; not quite yourself
For the hour your energy is low,
For the second you have doubt
It’s called . . . FEAR
And you just let it in
Let it take up space in your head
Let it alter your perception,
Let it change your mind . . .
Fear . . . It’s a Silent Creeper!
© Paige Turner
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