IT

It is back
I can feel its hand creep
Across my heart.
I didn’t think it was possible.
I believed once the light had touched me
The dark
Could not return.
I was wrong.
Now I tingle with its fury.
Burst with its rage.
I shake with fear before it takes me.
I know what it is capable of.
I have seen its horrors.
It can stop cars,
Walk through walls
And destroy your soul with
A look.
As its hold spreads through me
I am less kept by fear.
Fear is also its prisoner.
Its executioner.
A smile forms,
Now I have nothing to fear.

You Do.

It is here.