Why fear?

In the dark of a room, with the door closed behind. The switch you've flicked upwards, in that time the light takes to turn itself on, do you move further or do you pause to see inside? Waiting for the room to be revealed, waiting to see something hide. The decision to step forward, the decision to remain still. The room clothed in darkness, why do you fear? 

Before you can see the results, before you are certain of the future. While still testing, still deciding, where do you reside? The knowledge you have already should be enough to stay, the situation moves forward; why do you hide? 

Something pulling at your arm, keeping you in place, dragging you to the floor; but will you cry? Still waiting, still deciding, testing whether you will fall, be caught, or stand tall. Will you decide in time?

Questioning your courage, fearing your resolve, at a loss with none to hold. Exaggerating the outcome, and knowing you'll be alone. It isn't even an inquiry as to whether this is true, it's expressing your emotions, telling others this is so. Telling others what you muse. 

So where does fear reside? In the thoughts you keep to yourself, growing bigger, growing bolder. Festering and poisonous, consuming your mind. The darkness contains it, and you stand still, waiting to be taken, waiting to be killed. Raise your eyes, the answer is there. At the far end, in the silver lining, in the air. Walk to the exit of the tunnel, run if you can, glimpse the sun behind the clouds, and breathe. Hide nothing; secrets are the ground in which fear grows, black and deep, sharp and neat. Lies are the food, silence is essential, and you should know. In voicing hurt, sharing your dread, putting in light the things kept in your head. Keep steadfast and plod on. Fighting this battle with yourself, it's time that you won.