Fear and Love

The worst nightmares for me entails not being able to breathe properly, knowing that I'm in a cold sweat, lying on my bed. Half asleep yet half awake unable to move, at the mercy at that which holds me paralysed. In fear.

As I take my steps through life, that fear again tries to overpower me, whispering its little voice in my ear, accusing me of being unable to finish my assignments on time, unable to fulfill my heart's desire.

Perfect love casts out all fear. And the only way I know how is to focus away from that fear and onto that love that holds me near.