Let Live, Move On.

So scared of what's to come;
I cling to the past,
with all my might
yet hold such a burning desire,
a feeling so eager,
it fills me with chilling fright
I yearn to leave such fears
let live, and move on,
let fait guide and make me gone
find better things; a new norm
but insecurities claw at my feet
coax me back into darkness
where I sit, and cower and wonder
what could be, what has gone
but whilst my mind races,
I toss, and turn - wish for sleep
sleep that banish thoughts
lets me rest, forget the sun;
all whilst these fears creep.