Fear’s Black Hole

 Ghosts of experience,
Pain once felt,
Forever present,
Lurks in one's mind cave,
Refracting light,
Mirrored on all sides.

Even while concealed beneath the ethereal fog,
Huddled with festering scabs of trust abandoned,
Patience anticipates the hourglass of courage draining.

 Shades of agony
Parade in shadows
As sands of time and space
Await to trigger fear,
Knowing such torturous weaponry
Remains far greater than pain itself.

Easing forth as doubt and despair,
Dread enters these reflective walls,
Invisible to light,
Empty of its own reflection,
Its image but a moist acknowledgment
Atop the lip,
Inside the arm's cavity,
Beneath the groin.

 Thus enters the mystical
Initiating birth of reverence,
Impelling us to love the most that personage

 who loves us most.

 Hence the eidolon rises,
Hooking any and all on holy dread
From teachings unsolicited,
By a lamb of duplicitous intent.

Yet

 Like the wolf we never see,
The tornado never heard,
The smoke without odor,
Emotions too can be elusive,
Even though never void of reality.

For some

Unlike emotions,

Feelings being of cognitive strength,
Overcome such dominance,
Evading emotion's fear,
Breaking out from shackles and bars
Into rational passion's embrace,
Where one's mind
Remembers well the once-dank black hole of fear,
Now but yesterday's smoke and mirrors,

As one tries to never lose hope.