For me, I think that the greatest fear is Metathesiophobia, although I never knew the word for it before. Once change a change has occurred and there's no going back I'm fine, I adapt, and I'm often happier for it. But before it happens, I scream and cry and generally tantrum. No, I don't deal well with the thought of change at all. Cayenne.

Interesting poem. To describe every phobia true to its name was quite a feat. The stanzas were smooth and clean, and they flowed into each other rather nicely.

Nice job. ;D