journal 100 march 5th 09

i make you weak at the worst of all times

i keep you safe, i keep you fine

i make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold.

i visit the weak, but seldom the bold.

i afflict men and women, both young and old

i will command your attention, but seldom deserve it.

what am i?

i thought fear but it doesn't keep you fine?  or does it?