here i meet Dread yet again.
the queasy proclaimer of major change
will i never out-experience your grasp?
Such happinesses you have floundered to derail,
Such excitings you have obdurately curtailed.
roiling, boiling, foiling
all the optimism that was
a vanished moment’s exuberant cheer.
yet Prudence tells me plainly
that i flourish and thrive
in seeking
the myriad adventures that i have come to realize…
and yet Dread,
why does your incessant clawing
persist
even after
being fed?
intotheindigo 
I have asked myself this same question.
It’s nice to know that the meaning you reach for is not lost to only yourself =)
when the deeds are fed dread, the facts and reasoning just bother a bit more
wonderful post !
Thank you, and yes true. =)