Fear is a bewilderment
An uncertainty of self
To face persons or situations

And faithlessness in yourself
Invites the violence you fear
For the world simply reflects
Your uncertainty back at you
And the reflection will haunt you

See the haunted adorned
In their character armour
Shoulders back, narrowed gaze
Anal sphincter tightened
Balls drawn up all the way
With foreshortened breath
And racing hearts they exist
Only to fight or be used to fight

For you were meant to feel
Your fear, to act, and let it go
To hold on to it is an intoxication
A chronic, agitated priming
Of your vital attention
Away from what matters most

See past the particular
To the wider and deeper fears
Beyond the impulse
To run away and hide
Or to stand and fight