That which it is…

Fear is the thunder clapping, the roaring of the night sky.  The deep rumble of the overhead abyss when it makes your soul cry.

Fear is the sound blinding your sight and deafening your senses. It is the feeling coursing through your veins, breaking down your defenses.

Fear is the rain around you, numbing you to the core. The shaking sense within your heart when lighting strikes the floor.

Fear is the fleeting cloud, departing from all might. The looming darkness above you, as if it were night.

Fear is the cold around you, the void within you. It is the lack of morning dew.

Fear is the barren land after the storm, waiting for the benefits of joy. To fear your heart is but…a toy!