Half life.

‘A life lived in fear’,
Starts a thing some folks say.
Words are fine, throw them out,
But you do not live my day.
Living out a half life.
Is there another way to live?
There’s always something pricking me,
A care I need to give.  
The knot in my stomach,
As I know that you’re not well.
My fear things are getting worse,
An intoxicating spell.
There are moments of reprieve,
Where I notice things are light,
And I smile to the point of glow,
Because some things are just, just, right.
They cannot, do not, last forever,
Something will jar my heart.
The nerves will start a building.
The fear that’s in my heart.