Deep Breaths

My breath is made of smoke
It crouches down the moment it leaves my mouth
It drops, holds on for a moment and is finally swallowed by the air
I stand in the darkness, in perpetual shadow
My eyes feel like they glow
My body tenses, warns me, calls out to me and I prepare
I prepare to step out
To rip the shadows from the ground, to hoist the darkness, the emptiness and lonliness from the air
I look down at my hands and feet
Deep Breaths
Breathe Depths
Solemnly, I nod to myself
Take a step
Ignore the warnings
Not so far away, theres one last struggle
One last fight
I know that if I conquer it I'll be happy
I'll be free.
As I walk out and prepare to face it, i realise exactly what it is
Its fear.