Consumes my will
My strength
Is naught but the workings
Of my fearful mind
I breathe
Speaking the words in my mind
Over the chatter of thoughts
Breathing in
Breathing out
Displacing the chatter
My thinking stills
So that the maw closes
Upon the vacuum
That is the peace
Of a quiet mind
Without fear
To sustain it
The maw dies
Revealed as an illusion
Created by fear