the one word fear is afraid of

I had insomnia 
last night 

so I went outside
and stood barefoot
in the Wyoming snow 

it was so cold that 
the moonlight
froze in my hair

like little strands
of glowing cotton candy 

that’s exactly when I heard
a gravelly voice from 
right behind me

it was fear

“You aren’t ever going to be okay,”
fear said to me in her trademark smoker’s rasp

“Ma…