Impending Fear

The sweat creeps over my skin
mercilessly finding each point
to agitate, stopping and starting,
testing and teasing my inner strength.

Each muscle is strained to the
maximum level and movement is
beyond control, an impossibility.
Desire just for stillness remains.

My mind still works, but it doesn't
really think and it doesn't copperate
with the rest of my bodily parts.
Each of them has its own fears.

There is an awareness of the enemy's
closeness and to this my body reacts,
straining to its optimum level
and not even thinking or daring to move.

There is an awareness of my desperate
situation and to this my mind reacts,
not allowing my senses or my soul
to crack or break under the pressure.

I keep waiting with sweat dripping.
My mind is strained and on the edge.
My body is tensed and shaking.
Finally, relief as the wasp flies away.