On finding fear...

In my mind, fear is tactile. It hides in the deepest corners, whispering voiceless mutters that echo endlessly in my mind. It is alive, touching memories with cool fingers, like icy tree branches scratch across faces. I lose sight of it sometimes, but find it lurking behind membranes, poking tissues and nerves, and when I see it, I remember. I suppose, fear is just a part of me, like my heart, or my tongue. It is necessary, fear is what drives me, fear is what holds me back, fear makes me Hannah. Like my heart, pounding out it's purpose in my chest, fear screams and shouts until it's noticed. Some may say that fear is the enemy, but it's close, as close as skin. Fear is a part of us, we just need to know how to use it.