Fear

Fear is a beautiful thing
Irony is its second name
It is something you wish to possess
Yet miss it when it leaves you

When you are afraid you are supreme
Your senses are heightened
You can hear the quietest whispers
You can feel the tiniest breeze
You can smell the faintest scent

When fear leaves you, you breathe a sigh of relief
However, you feel limp
The heightened senses have left you abruptly
Everything returns to normal
You suddenly miss the heightened senses

When you are afraid you are supreme
Fear causes chaos
Everything around you is threatening
However, fear makes you bold
Fear makes you forget the daily routine
It blankets you with adrenaline

When fear leaves you, you breathe a sigh of relief
The adrenaline recedes and you return to ordinary life
You immediately wish to return to that state
Life is now mundane
You are not bold, not special, not challenged

Fear is a beautiful thing
Irony is its second name
It is something you wish to possess
Yet miss it when it leaves you