Emerging Courageous Online Magazine - Poetry

Taking Control by Laryalee Fraser

I used to keep my troubled thoughts intact,
despite the misery they caused. I'd grown
accustomed to their morbid shapes, in fact
their ugliness became a comfort zone.

But soon they took control and I was just
a puppet, bowing to their dark commands.
One day, I'd had enough! I knew I must
escape their bonds, regain the upper hand.

I'm learning now, to fold my doubts away.
Each night I thread my worries on a string
and calmly send them skyward, then I pray
for strength to face the new ones dawn will bring.

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