I fail in fear of
what is to come
I stay in fear of
what is far
I dream in fear of
what is real
I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude
I reach in fear of
what will be left
I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness
intotheindigo
My muse's quiet amusement
intotheindigo 
the last four lines…we think so alike, this is why we ‘hear’ each others work so well 🙂
Oh that is something sweet to know!! =) I’m glad we share that thinking =)
Frightening.
Beautifully written.
Warm wishes.