There’s a spider on my ceiling.
He’s small –
Most people would never notice him.
But I do.
He haunts my dreams.
How is it that such a small thing can cause such distress in my mind?
His presence mocks me
I can’t reach him
But he could reach me if he wanted to
Is that how we feel about the things we fear
Our fears are able to reach us –
Sneak up on us when we least expect it
But we are unable to reach them –
As if we’re powerless to act –
Frozen –
I acknowledge him – my fear –
He stays silent and unmoving.
Perhaps we should commune with our fears
Find the common ground where neither strikes
A common existence on the same plane
There’s still a spider on my ceiling
But I’m not afraid
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You’re a lot bigger than the spider, and so too your fears!