It swirls and emerges not only in the silence of night,

But in the chaos of the day, it slips through too.

A presence, heavy yet unseen,

Weighing down each moment.

The weight of it deepens our invisible scars,

Clinging to us, capturing our minds,

And dancing all the time while we,

Fight demons that no one can feel or see,

Tearing the soul apart forever, never to heal,

Leaving us to question the goddesses,

Who once walked this earth,

Why do we, need to carry this burden?

A question never answered,

And when we look closer, we see,

It’s there, lurking in the quiet spaces,

Refusing to fade,

It creeps in, slowly at first,

Then all at once, redefining what scars mean,

The only thought left for company;

The invisible scar of FEAR.