On Fear

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No reason to feel uncertain,
unloved,
except the devil inside my head.

She whispers buts and what ifs,
a future of doom eminent.
She foresees betrayal and hurt,
a history of loyalty and love ignored.
She imagines sorrow and tears,
a reality manipulated by paranoia and fear.

Come back to land, love,
where it’s dry and safe.
The waves have carried you too far,
and you’ve lost sight of what’s good.