Fear In Breathing Poem by Gabriella Mantone

Some people are scared of death, they spend their whole life running away from the enivitable. Others welcome death, and what they fear most is living life itself.

That's where real fear lies, in the depths of every corner, every open space, every soul. Once you take your last breath nothing can harm you, but every heart beat, every step, every word leads you to a long spinning tirade of pain.

So tell me what should we really be hiding from? A second of dread leading to an eternity of peace or a lifetime of regret?