Fear

There is no fear but fear itself
that frightful, fearsome, dreadful foe
that swells within our bellies so

though we may fret, our flesh turned weak
our world perceived a vision bleak
let anger rise to swallow fear
and through the heart to free your tears

Of sorrows past, of rage or joy
but do not speak it, let it through
and in the mind let it not sit
for God awaits for this great gift

if it returns what shall we do?
remember feelings break the shelf
So do not fear, the fear itself
For fear is now afraid of you

The Adventures of Thomas the Momas ep. 3

Now at the top, Thomas bolted for the door, smooth black wood with no markings or knobs. Only a levitating crystal ball, inches from the center of the door awaiting someone's touch to grant them passage to the see the Mistress. Once inside, Thomas could see the faint light in the distance, surrounded by the endless black his nerves could not bare to merely walk to the parlor. So he ran, terrified but excited, constantly looking around to see if anything would leap out at him and swallow him whole. Making his way to her abode a distant memory surprised him, that of his first visit when he was but a child. Then, he was too young to come on his own, his guardian had accompanied him. They say that the Mistress has answers to all questions thus has no need to ask anyone of anything. However, if she should ever ask you a question know that far beyond its answer the reason for which the question is posed is of crucial importance. During that first visit, as young Thomas sat across from her, she leaned over and simply said: "Have you come to know when it is you will expire?". But Thomas was far too young and knew too little to be bothered or surprised by such an inquiry. As he grew and learned more of the Mistress and her ways, he realized that that moment was a rare gem, a clue to the meaning and unfolding of his existence. Yet, in all his years of searching and adventuring the answer to why she asked him never revealed itself. And obviously, the Mistress herself was never so kind as to shed light on the matter. "That is a matter for you alone to discover." She would always say, sometimes as he was merely thinking of asking. Now at the parlor, Thomas immediately sat in the chair and began the long chase after his breath. The Mistress accustomed to Thomas arriving in this fashion was preparing tea, to help him relax. With her back turned to him, raising her voice over the sound of his heavy breath she said: "Thinking of the days of old my young friend?" Thomas, trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves, noticed that she had asked a question. And though it appeared to be no more than a innocent observation (as far as people with such gifts are concerned), he could not help but wonder if this was another question for which the answer might reveal some clue as to his destiny.

However, soon after, the very question of this question was no longer a concern. The Mistress had a talent for tea, and it always seemed that all burdens and troubles were gently washed away by the hot soothing brew. Now comfortably settled, he began to discuss what he always discussed, the great door in the basement.
"Again, I failed to have the courage to open it Mistress. Again, the terror was too terrible, the light was too bright. I fear I will one day be no more than an old coward roaming the halls of my home."

With soft eyes and as sweet a voice as she could muster, the old crow responded. "My sweet boy, fear not, you will one day rejoin your clan. As they have done before you, you will one day cross the threshold."

"But how can you say it so plainly, you who have professed to have seen men defy their own destinies and be led to ruin. As you always say, the obstinence of man if unchecked leads him to great sorrows that need not have been."
The Mistress, only smiled, like elders do in the face of a troubled youth

Thomas let out a great sigh in frustration. "My boy, all things are possible, all dreams and nightmares can become our reality. Simply dream Thomas, dream of the tomorrow you so desperately seek." Thomas unphased by the fortune teller's wise words said nothing, he looked away, trying to hide the welling of tears is his eyes. Now the Mistress sighed, almost threatening to lose her patience: "Why don't I tell you your fortune for the day...Today, wondrous adventures and good times with friends await you..." As she continued, stubborn Thomas slowly turned his eyes towards her, he became so engaged in the reading of such a good fortune that he soon forgot his troubles and became light again. He left the realm of the Mistress cheerful and excited about the rest of his day.