What is fear

Not that of the dark
But the black empty night
Or the sudden rush of light that shuts your eyes
Or still, the stark stranger of truth
Not clad in black nor in white
And in his eyes, you see what you want.

Or is it fear
When the spiral goes downwards steady
Your fingers clutching at air
Or yet, those same fingers
Jump up to touch the glimpse of a dream
And both visions vanish in the puff of a smoke

But fear truly is
When you miss a sure step on the stair
When you look at the mirror and forget urself
When you lie awake and think nothing
When the ghosts of the pasts haunt you
And yet somehow, the totem keeps on spinning