The Breath of the Night

Maybe you can’t see it, maybe you can’t hear it

But the night heaves a sigh

It heaves a sigh, whistling through the air, unsettlingly familiar to those that wander deep within

Another runaway, another stranger

It varies, but they experience all the same: imminent danger.

It’s chilly, a person’s breath appearing like it was placed against a black-and-white screen

People pant when they’re in the dark, whether they’re a runaway in a forest or a lost person.

It’s an emotion that triggers it; it’s an emotion that clots your throat like high cholesterol.

For every piece that collects

For every microscopic threat

For every person dangerously wandering though the night

The night heaves a sigh.

Oh why, why must this person place themselves in danger

Why, this person is nothing but a mere stranger

It’s an impenetrable force, something that whisks you off your feet and throws you backwards

It’s something no one sees, not the runaway in the forest or the person lost aimlessly

It’s the misperception of security and the inception of our greatest threat.

It is what draws us down when times turn bad

It is what pulls and tears us apart like shreds of paper angrily torn by a failing high school student

It is what encloses around us when darkness commences from within.

It is fear.

Maybe you can’t see it, maybe you can’t hear it

But the night senses fear.

It heaves a sigh, whistling through the air, unsettlingly familiar to those that wander deep within

Another runaway, another stranger

It varies, but they experience all the same: imminent danger.

Fear is chilly, causing a person’s breath appearing like it was placed against a black-and-white screen

People pant when they’re scared, when they experience it, whether they’re a runaway in a forest or a lost person.

It’s fear that triggers it; it’s fear that clots your throat like high cholesterol.

For every piece that it collects

For every microscopic threat

For every person dangerously wandering through the night

Fear feeds like a parasite.  Never fear the dark, for it is not sightlessness that brings danger, but the commencement of internal anarchy.

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  (FDR-First Inaugural Address)

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