What, you say, it’s all my thoughts?
No, I say, surely not.
How could it be, they’re all inside
This head of mine where they can hide.
What, you say, they must come out?
Never, I say, with a shout.
They are too scary, these thoughts of mine
Just keep them in, they will be fine.
Keeping them in is for the best
What? They steal my happiness?
That cannot be, I push them down
And keep them where they can’t be found.
If I let them out, you’re telling me,
I will feel relieved and free?
You think your help is having me
Face my own reality?
Meditate, breath and let them flow
That is the way to let them go?
Live my life with truth and honesty?
That is not who I was taught to be.
I’m sorry I cannot get past
Keeping them in and holding them back.
Living in this shadowed fear
I think that I am safer here.
So, you say, it may not be working
By keeping them there where they are lurking?
Letting them go would be such a relief?
That is currently not my belief.
What, you say, it’s all my thoughts?
No, I say, surely not.
– Miranda