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Memory



Tangled web of thoughts

Twisting in the mind


Like thickets, brambles,

Poisoned thorns


Ensnared


Basilisks coiling

Gleaming fangs poised to strike


Writhing, slippery, slimy

Roiling, bubbling, boiling


Anguish in the dark


Whispers, shouts and screams

Echoes of voices, echoes of past


Fears slither in the murk


Wield the axe,

The two-edged blade

Take heed, take heart

And with my might,

Cut them down!


Be still now child


The light shines through

The spaces in between


The stillness gleams clear

Burning up the withering weeds


The battle is won

Bask in the Light


Of freedom

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