Fear

What if this comes crashing down

And sends me back to the deepest rim

Where nothing lives

Neither pleasure, nor desire,
Will nor aptitude, 

What if I fail then to surface?

And remain locked within

Bonded for life to despair?

Does fear hold life in her arms for long?

But then again, what if I fly

With these wings of hope?

Into that realm of curiosity, 

dreams and zest for life?

Does a caterpillar know 

She is to be a butterfly?

And still does it not go fearlessly

Into a deep dark cave with 

perhaps no tomorrow?

Can fear hold me in her arms for life?