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Fear, why do you stalk me so?

Old nemesis, I shiver as I look over my shoulder.

Why, do you steal the little happiness that I have?

You insidious ‘Trickster’ from darkest history.

You come and plague me, again and again.

I have no weapon to slay you. I can only wound you and send you to your evil lair for a time.

Journey

In a quiet moment, gently into slumber we go.

Further into the darkness will my bravery travel, than I.

Frozen dreams float in the deepest part of the icy cave.

Shy bravery, seeking those diamonds untouched by feelings.

Only when feelings touch the dreams are they unleashed.

The bravery brings strength, passion and  grief.

The dreams slowly awaken, unfurl in our sleep.

Those dreams will flow to consciousness.

Some may gift a burden, others with joy.

The dream will travel with bravery in safety.

A dream, a gift, a piece of your self awakened.

A Brave Will

If you cannot think you cannot write.

The mind must race and be in flight.

A soul must feel freedom,

and thoughts will blossom.

Stories will fight to be free.

Anxiousness will cause fright.

Let your mind run, do not fight.

Thoughts

Just a sad sad face that hasn’t found its place.

Lines of worry while decisions are to be made.

Feeling out-of-place and the walk is not over.

So the story is not played out but only started.