Creeping
Ghosts creep through my mind
Conjuring up all of the things I fear the most
Illusions of insecurities haunt me
Floating spirits whisper secrets in my ears
Fake news from the crypt filters through
Dust from dead men’s bones settle on my thoughts
We all know Ghosts aren’t real
There is really nothing to fear
So why do I think I am seeing ghosts
Why do I listen to whispers of the dead
Why not blow that dust back where it came from
I know who I am without affirmation
Nothing can change what I have become
Ghosts of the mind just synonyms for worry
Floating past my line of sight
Attempting to draw attention
Trying to steal my strength
I know better
I live in the Light of Truth
Ghosts of worry cannot hold a candle to that
Strength and courage carries me on
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