The thoughts swirl
In a chaotic sort of dance
Warping my brain
Into a place of fear…
What if it happens again?
What if my past repeats itself?
I take a deep breath
And slow the growing doom…
I have control now
That I didn’t have then.
I will not be a victim.
I will have a voice.
I will prevail.
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Nice poem!
Thank you!
If you don’t want to repeat your past you have to change your beliefs about the situation.
I am trying to…. thanks.