THE FEAR CALLER

I used to hold power

In the arms of your water

Never drifting too far

I held up the center

But now my mind wanders

Far away from the middle

The past, I grip tight

As I hold back the future

You dragged me out

Far away from dry land

From the dream of a life

The slow drowning dance

When I asked you for air

Your waves just grew taller

You had answered my prayer

I was the fear caller

Now I walk freely

Through thorns and through nettle

They sting at my feet

As I hold up the center

I drink up the air

The sky cloaked in blue

For fear has no power

When it cannot consume.