Dread

Sometimes I feel the things that I dread lie mostly in my head.
Then I think that my imaginary woes keep my focus off  life's sorrows
from bridges that fall
when materials degrade
and repairs are not made
People who get shot
walking through places
others say they ought not
Towers and shuttles
that fall from the sky
one from intent
the other from a blind eye
So when my head is intent on lying
about whether I belong, if I am good enough or even trying.
These are feelings I have power to absolve
I ignite anger and fight
for my identity with resolve
In a world so wild, so large, so full
I seem to fall through the cracks
I have no real control
So I choose the reality provided by my mind
The out which nature allots to all humankind.