Looking back .... the fear has been a constant companion
... a ghastly shadow that walked behind me
In the past it has always waited for sleep
before taking control of my thoughts
..... in waking times it has been a voice over my shoulder
constantly sniping .... and stabbing with vicious needles.
But now this demon has grown bolder .....
It has changed the form of its attack ....
It waits just behind my thoughts ...
.... the panic and fear is overwhelming
and it tells me that it is bigger than me...
I know that this huge ball of panic is more than I can survive
I will be lost .... I cannot cope .....
The friends who stand with me against this thing
remind me that the fear is not real!
The fear cannot hurt me ... I have faced this fear before
This fear is not real ..... it cannot pierce my skin
it cannot hurt me ....
It cannot hurt my mind unless I give it the weapon
It is not real ... I will not allow it to be real.
© Ian Croft June 2019
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