They inquire about the source of unease,
Yet I fumble to express my thoughts.
Suppressing the urge to declare "everything,"
My existence is immersed in deep fear.
It permeates all I observe, all I hear,
A constant presence that surrounds me.
Yearning for solace, serenity, and tranquility,
Yet too afraid to seek them, let alone welcome them.
© Eva Evans