These thoughts

These thoughts pass through like the weather 

In an unstable clime,

Yes  they are mine, they are mine,

But they are not mine, all of the time.

Fears arise, then subside,

And later, is passion, and joy,

All of the good things take control again.

I merely confront my darkest fears,

While others are unaware they are there,

And those spirits cause invisible chaos 

In their lives, they don’t survive.

But me and my negative spirits and 

Joyful side, we’re familiar with each other,

And the love in me will embrace the vulnerable

Side, the one who only wants to cry,

Who is alone and always falling down.

You will be held up, lifted up and accepted,

And the tears will fall no more, and together

We will conquer the Fall.

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