Taking in the Moment

This energy

Is both prophetic and synthetic

If the mind writes the tragedy ahead of time

You know that it can take away what should be mine.

Just like every time.

Gurgling up from the places I don't want to believe are a part of me

Is it genetic, 

to be so pathetic.

All these emotions are prosthetic.

Nothing but fear.

I have faced it and dwelled with it.

Without me there to do its bidding

Would my fear die? Who am I kidding.

Without my fear here to define me,

could I accept what I see inside me?