Demons within: Run or Fight

What is your deepest and darkest fear?
‘Height’?
‘Water’?
‘Fire’?
Mine is the ‘night’.
That compels the dark secrets to creep in
And opens up the crevices every moment
And even then, doesn’t stop, keeps poking its fingers on faded scars.
Mine is the ‘sleep’
That doesn’t understand the dreams it sleeps
And shows the glimpses of happiness
And then reminds you how shattered you are, even in the happy moments.
Mine is the ‘rain’
That stirs up the happy moments with every drizzle
And yet escorts the sad moments with the sprinkles
And then pushes you in the dilemma of those ‘happy-turned-sad-moments’
But most of all, I fear myself.
Who allows these notions to emerge on the surface
And keeps them intact, just like the past
And still crashes out with nostalgia, giving power to such weaklings.

