The trust and dependence in your sight is lessening as you inch further along.
The path is not visible and you are frightened.
The whispers in the wind are getting to your head.
These demons of deception should not bring you down.
Their steps are not yours.
You are not with them.
They swarm around you and you freeze.
As you inhale your skin crawls and your gaze is interrupted.
All the failures and mistakes you have made flash before you.
The haze you are now in is controlled by fear.
Why are you afraid of the potential you hold?
They do not know you nor your future.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Your father hand picked the stars that guide the path.
He crafted the Moon that is reflecting on the ponds surface.
Push through this turmoil
Run past this hurt.
These hypocrites do not define you.
As you depend on the maker of the ground, take your stance.
Move past this evil, stale air.
You were made for more than fear.
You were handcrafted my dear.
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