The End of Familiar Fear

Before I could even fathom what I needed to know,
you had already told me all of it—
though you were never meant to tell.

What came of this was this:
before I could understand where I might live unafraid,
I ceased to fear those stretches of my days
where once I chose to live in terror.

Some fears... the ones we recognize—
if they are conquered, fear itself does not diminish.
The ending of a known fear is merely
the beginning of one we cannot name.