When Fears Creep In


When fears creep in like a creature
Should we succumb to its might?
Or should we question ourselves
What's the process of its conception?

Are the fears inevitable in life
Though we wish to walk without them?
How colorless will that life be?
Will our minds yearn for the colors?

Is equivocation the seed of fears
Wearing images of diverse forms
Trying to unyoke much assurance
Coloring the scene through insinuation?

Fears and joys at opposing ends
The seesaw lies flat without them
It's endued when both are present
And keeps swinging at its rhythm

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Both joys and sorrows, and the resulting moments of fears, enrich our lives. They prove themselves essential elements of human experience. In the progression of life, every human being experiences these, though to a different degree. Some mistakenly wish that the negatives were absent from their lives, hence failing to see the inevitable balancing act.