Baddies

The thought’s the baddie – truth cuts, reality bites

but the blade’s now dull, the teeth worn, the maw weakened

through over use, in eager, demented mind-gnaws.

 

Paranoia nurdles into your head, lying,

makes-believe pain awaits, humiliation traps

the brave, forcing hunker-fear and isolation.

 

Your thoughts won’t happen, reality is not that:

seek and find, ask and receive, knock and enter in;

truth is light, reality is love, life will heal.

 

The thought’s the baddie, but thought’s only ever that –

love is found outside your head – release your good self,

it’s easier than thought says.  The truth is out here.

◄ No Return

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