Fear lives in me.

I’m trying to blockade the couch.

Hide the snacks.

Open the door.

Point out the sky.

Can you hear the crows?

You could be the warning within their caw.

Go, fear go.

Oh, my fear, you aren’t so easily removed.

My couch so worn.

My dog, so warm.

I get it, fear.

But I see the sky.

I’m going for a walk.