Fear in Irony

Fear. Is it found in your soul?

is it found in your heart?

or an object?

or music?

or speech? 

Where do you feel fear?

The shutters of your body. Shaking you to your core and rocking your mind. Or the uncontrollable sobbing that comes with utter fright. The sharp, painful breaths that create a dark, close atmosphere for your throat.

Where do you find peace?

is it in a location?

a substance?

music ?

or possibly a person. 

Maybe. Just maybe, the exact thing that is causing our worst fear is also creating our peace. The comfort of arms. The warm breath on your neck. The tight contact on your waist. Possibly. The peace of this moment is what gives you fear. Fear of losing your peace. Quite Ironic. 

Hold on. 

Never let go. 

Your peace defines you. It molds and shapes you. It gives you a title, it gives you a story. Likewise fear grows you. It grows courage, strength, or, it breaks you. It keeps you from your dreams. 

So. 

Where do you feel fear?

in your heart?

in your story?

in your experence? 

or in your peace?