The Face of My Fears

My fears have a face now.
I wish they didn't.
I wish I could go back.
Back to a time when the memories were so distant that more than the edges had blurred from the passage of time.
Back to when the nightmares that haunted and plagued me were nothing but wisps of leftover emotions that dissolved in the light upon waking.
But I can't go back.
Now my fears wear a face that has seared my very soul leaving scorch marks that will never heal.
They wear the face that once represented friendship and safety, security and respite.
Now my nightmares scream in the voice that used to soothe, but now makes my ears ring and my heart bleed and brings all the hated memories back to life.
Everything about him now represents everything I have tried to forget over these long years.
My fear is now wears the face of one I called friend whom I have known longer than any other.
I wish my fears were still faceless.
I wish I could go back to before my world shattered and they wore the face  of my once upon a time best friend. 

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