To each their own,
As the fear of what lies within.
Buried at its deepest core only to raise when provoked.
Words that spikes up anxiety and restlessness within me. Tragedies. Failure. Lack of control.
My phobias locked away in my mind. As who it will strike at it’s proper time.
Projected or unexpected?
When will it occur? On plan? Or sudden? Will it knock on my door?
Can it be prevented? Or is this fate?
How much change is one destined to embrace?
Restless nights to contemplate. Surrender what I can’t control. Another phobia to take its place. As the dice roll on the floor.
Melissa Stein 
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