Hello old fear
I thought I had
Rid myself of you
Through positive imagery
Stuffing down the
Anxiety
Old witchcraft
Superstitions
That held me hostage for so long.
When good things happen
When all is silent
And there is finally peace
I close my eyes
And there you are
It’s as if you can’t help but
Manifest
What might happen
What might happen
And what doesn’t
Usually
Happen.
Sow your seeds with my
Panic
The rays of light
Pumping through my veins
With each vessel
Grow
Louder
And louder
And louder
All thoughts
Undeserving
And the restlessness
That calm
Somehow brings
“All is right in the
World”
Is so uncomfortable
To sit with.
But then with
Open eyes
I begin to starve you
With my breath
And reassurances
All can be right
In the world
And that doesn’t mean
It’s ending.
Beautiful. I really felt this.
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