Of Fears

What can take away the fears?
The fears of what was and had beens?
The neverending nightmare that resounded within,
The pleadings, the disbelief therin.
Hardly the eye of the storm.

The face a calm, she used to become,
A cupboard within, the fears locked in.
The butchering, de-skinning,
Would it be decontaminating too?

Shut in a corner,
Lurking, kicking and French-kissing.
It’s a tango, a wild ride along ago.
Live with it, seem it all and slay the peace.

The sense of shame, guilt and anger brewed,
The feelings of dirt, disgust and derision.
Overwhelms, overturns and engulfs,
Threatening to swallowing, leaving naught behind.