"Fear" or "Following my heart"

I dig in, and
hold on &
the more
I do,

the more you
drag.  You

pull,
push,
draw,

toss! &
drop me,

yelling
from where I thought
you still were,

only realising
(mouth straining wide & eyes!)
that my voice
is rushing
out
after you,

leaving my
stomach
via
my lungs

as you (just) left
my chest cavity
via
my throat before,

only staying
nano-momentarily
stuck

(not even my throat
can close up
enough
to hold you there) &

you are gone.

Free.

Out there &

I am left here,
&

you do it on purpose
(killing snakes!) &

Now
I have no choice.

I cannot stay here
without you.

I must follow.
(Why do you do it?)

I am so afraid.

from 'Believing' in My heart