Fear?

I would wake up in the middle of the night,

Paced around the house.

Watched the clock as its hands,

Moved even slower.

And wondered what is it that is stopping me.

Fear?

I swallowed water down my throat,

Even though thirst never approached me,

But I felt passion burning inside

Till it kept me awake at night.

And still it halted words from tumbling out.

~S.H.~