Random Thought

Fear, you are calling me.

You are loud.

You are aggressive.

But I see you - 

and as real as you seem,

you are really just a thought.

If I remove your intensity

and just let you exist…

you deflate, you cannot grow.

You transform 

to just another random thought -

who passes by.

You are only as real,

as I allow you to be.

I see you and choose,

to not let you hold me back.