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Tangled web of thoughts

Twisting in the mind

Like thickets, brambles,

Poisoned thorns


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