Black Dog.  Stalking me.  Matching

every step.  Haunting

my shadow.  Nanometre

before manifestation.

 

My psyche cringes.  Ruin’s

proximity creeping fear

into me.  One false move.  One

trip.  One fall.  One turn against

the flow, the stalking dog bites.

 

And I press on.   Walk with fear

behind me.  I’ve been knocked down.

I’ve got up.  I’ve re-built lives.

 

Barks are worse.  Bites hurt.  But fear

of consequence cripples life.

Fear paralyses.  Fight?  Flight?

 

There is no flight from living

 Life that you can come back  from.

So fight.  Fight against your fear.

 

Unoccurred consequence is

imagination.  Conquer

introvert speculation.

There’s nothing you can’t deal with.

Just be.  Live on.  Fight like us.