Little fears

eating me alive.

 

Gnawing, buzzing

annoying hive –

mentality of mine.

Up all night

 

down all day

waiting for the flight

 

of fear to purge

away

 

little thoughts

keeping me awake.

 

Thoughts, fears

hopes, dreams.

 

These are a few of my favorite things.

 

Little hands

hold mine closed,

 

ask me “why

such a heavy load?”

 

“Hard to tell,

Don’t look too deep.”

 

I hear my psyche

quickly speak.

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