Three Minute Poems, Number Two

In all the breath and bloom of the year
I could not tame my one simple fear.
So I tried to hide it, stuff it away
So I could deal with it some other day.
So there it stayed buried deep inside
But against all my hopes it still hadn't died.
So little by little I shrunk and grew small
But still it was strong and slowly took over all,
Until I didn't see the point any more.
So I took out a knife and through my chest it tore.
Out spilled my lies, my secrets, and thoughts,
And that one little fear that I had always fought.