A slice of fear took its place in my heart,
Like a seedling that nobody should nurture.
I watered it in spite of myself
And silently did it develop branches —
Unknown to myself did it spread its domain
All over my heart, tightening its clasp.
I woke up in the middle of every night,
Trying to make the now grown tree disappear
Or perhaps to make it shrink back to a seedling.
But my thoughts watered it.
My mind kept its leaves green —
Such a stubborn tree, the tree of fears.