How would fear move?
How would it look?
Should I dare try to prove?
That I’m stronger than it took
To get over the fury.
These thoughts will get out of my head
I will even try to not be sorry
No more will my spirit be possessed
Murdered ghosts will remain to haunt
But I am in control
No more focusing on what I want
To you, my mind is closed
I am grateful for having a nice soft bed to snuggle in. ❤