The Treasure-Within

Dancing on the wind,
  practicing my pirouettes,
  I have a sudden epiphany...

The ground I saw approaching,
  the canvas painted with my demise,
  all of it was a creation of my own mind.

It could not be an image of my future because
  my future does not yet exist, and I am not psychic.
  No, I realized, it was a magnificent painting by
  that gifted and accomplished artist, my fear.

Awakened from its frenzied nightmare,
  my fear slumped, once again, into
  my arms, sobbing, tired, worn.

And the treasure-within that
  revealed the illusion
  smiled with love.