There are times when I can’t find it.
The fear that was so heavy – the one that might jump out and catch me off guard.
There are moments when I don’t see it, so I go looking for it.
For fear that if I misplace it, I won’t be able to control which direction it will come from.
Not realizing that by doing so, fear itself is now in control.
I’ve become a puppet to fear and it doesn’t really have to show up anymore.
Because I’m doing it’s job all by myself.