I’m going to bury it, 

Deep down 

Hide it away from the light 

Tuck it in with darkness,

And smother it with night

If I can’t see it, 
will it die?

Leave and never 

come out in the day?

Or will it hide, out of sight

And wait until the ground shifts,

Until the dirt loosens

and falls away,

crawling up and out of its grave

Awake and hungry

Is it better to confront your fears
or let them fester,

Rotting until they grow in despair?

If the only thing we have to fear

Is fear itself,

Why do so many things come back

To haunt us?

I’ll ponder it later

But for now,

I have work to do