Wolf at the door

Isolation
desolation
the mind starts to wander,
problem found
manifests
within this weary mind,
dark night
eerie feeling
the wind starts to howl,
fear stirs
imagination
of a different kind.
Bleak winter
short evening
engulfs my train of thought,
oh no 
its anxiety
time to draw the shutter,
child within
awakes again
seeking soothing thought,
insecurity
finds its grip
as I start to stutter.
Who's afraid
we were asked
of the big bad wolf,
childish tales
of early years
sleeping on the floor,
living trauma
life half lived
too often in the struggle,
another day
as I fight
the wolf at the door.