Fear Addiction
by Odin Roark

Fear is but a blip in time and space,
like footsteps floating above the sand
beneath a sometimes overwhelming eclipse.

Tiny grains of buried discomfort
patiently await tentative steps,
aware grounding may never come,
for precious few regain sound footing.

For those with balance revived,
darkness is hopefully removed.

Regrettably for most,
careless anxiety bodes habit,
even as the perpetual passage of shadow,
aware of precarious traction,
makes apparent its cyclic custom
across and within our forever hourglass.

Soon…

Another rotation begins.

The clock resets.

Another interval commences.

Time fears not.

Time waits not.

Time is.