The Darkest Night
Uncertainty hurls cortisol and adrenalin
across the blood/brain barrier.
Ensures every jittery heartbeat pulses fight-or-flight-fight-or-flight.
as I unfold frightened fingers,
grasp the marker’s soft-tipped salvation,
channel runaway thoughts into calm ripples of ink,
form words to course rhythmically onto paper,
shape shadowed speculation into sentences
pound panic into paragraphs,
solidify worries—I could drown in my sleep or circus clowns
might paint your lips cyan blue by morning.
I mumble into crumpled sheets.
Name the fear!