Do you think we ever truly escape
the castles of our youth,
those brambles rooted down
deep in our thoughts,
those monsters lurking
so close at hand in shadows?
We grow up, but we don’t grow out.
We don’t outgrow
the fears.
They may take a different name,
but they whisper just as convincingly
from the darkness
in our minds.
Doubts sharp
and barbed
as thorns pierce
something far more tender
than skin—
they steal away
something more precious still
than blood.
We need, as much as ever,
hope,
and a voice to guide:
so whisper, please,
your wisdom.
We need some guess
as to how to reach our happy
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