One’s Lockbox of Fear

Ghosts of experience,
a pain once initiated forever present,
lurks in one's mind-cave,
refracting light
mirrored on all sides.

Even while concealed beneath ethereal fog,
huddled with festering scabs of trust abandoned,
patience anticipates the abiding turn of the hourglass.

Shades of agony parade in shadows,
as sands of time and space await to trigger fear,
knowing such torturous threats
remain far greater than pain itself.

Easing forth as doubt and despair,
dread resides inside walls invisible to light,
empty of its own reflection,
its image but a moist torment
beneath one’s eyes,

Yet…

Like the wolf we never see,
the tornado never heard,
the clouds never felt,
emotions often stay buried deep

in shadows of the heart,

eager to express

awaiting the mind’s permission

to make exposure fearlessly.

Might there be a cognitive strength in feelings,
able to overcome emotion's fright,
capable of breaking through shackles and bars
into the rational arms of dauntless passion,
where one's mind can overcome
one’s lockbox prison of fear
and heal the heart?