I learned to spar with my stray thoughts,
Every ounce of fear or anxiety,
Becomes a battle of wit.
Though that may not work for everyone,
Some just build lanterns,
A way to see through the night.
Others learn to silence their worries,
Utilizing weapons to wipe away their nightmares,
Burning holes where there once was doubt.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
I learned to spar with my stray thoughts,
Every ounce of fear or anxiety,
Becomes a battle of wit.
Though that may not work for everyone,
Some just build lanterns,
A way to see through the night.
Others learn to silence their worries,
Utilizing weapons to wipe away their nightmares,
Burning holes where there once was doubt.
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