Beware the path of instant dread,
That easy stream inside your head.
Red herrings swoop and plague your brain,
“What could be? Is it me?
Conclusions falling cold as rain.
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Infant thoughts so soft and small,
While waiting longer for a call.
Clawing, scratching, desperate plea.
“What to do? Not a clue!”
Don’t follow your anxiety.
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Quenching thoughts of self destruction,
Will your way to their disruption.
Avoid the fall into the view,
“It’s all done! I’m no one!”
And choose to think anew.
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All you do is all you can,
Your mind’s direction needs a plan,
To stop the worry based on myth.
“I was true. Tomorrow’s new.”
Control the voices you live with.
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Written by Randall Evans
