Fear Is a common occurance for those with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Waking up from nightmares of the past and yet it feels like reality. It can drown you sometimes, in the endless cascade of emotion. No breath for air and sometimes a feeling of no escape. In a constant battle, empty, for anyone, but myself. Fear reigns and i am exhausted. But i still stand. I had every right to be afraid. The fear given like a gift and yet now i still keep it. It is no monster, no ghoul in the night. I do not fight the villians in my story, i fight myself, my afraid self. One day the white flag shall be waved and the battle will end. Fear will not be my enemy nor a friend, fear will be my equal and come to rest. I will not be afraid of a past I have left behind. I will be safe.
Hello to the passing Bumble Bees