The Fulcrum

Fear       you’ve never felt before                              but not for you                 in a sense

For another

For another future for another potential for another life for another dream

That disrupts your dream

Fitfully awakens you from slumber

Gnaws in the recesses of the present

Looming behind, peering out

“Is something wrong?”

Who’s to say?

You are to say

And therein

Lies

The fulcrum