To this

It is this,
The void.
The future.
The unknown.

It is the times I run into it just to be swallowed by it,
It is learning to dance around it but not with it,
It is a creeping movement that grows and growls.

It is this,
The fear.
The silence.
The uncertainty.

Hush.
Exhale.
Be still.
Wait.
Listen.
Decide.