I Didn'T Want It Around Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I sat and chatted with the fear I was given.
I had grown accustomed to it and grew tired.
And asked of it before I angered...
Why it felt comfortable to sit with me.
Why I had to look over my shoulder,
To acknowledge its presence?
And if it was not there...
Why was I out to find it?
To identify it.
And attract it back into my life.
And why was it closer to me than anyone?
I wanted an answer.
I looked fear in the face.
And I demanded that it leave me.
With doubt and all of its associates.
I did not realize how easy that was.
I knew then...
For fear to go,
I had to release my hold of it!
It was only there because I allowed it to visit!
And I didn't care who or what gave fear to me.
I didn't want it around!