seeing things conceptually
in their worse case scenarios.
Trying to find hidden meanings
and slanting towers into leanings
by insinuating innuendos.
In part my heart’s known what’s real
but my mind’s controlled how I feel
and it’s had a mind of its own.
Years of fearful affirmation
as the harvest of seeds once sown.
As pessimism lessens its grip on me
my thoughts can flow more freely
in a properly positive direction.
At last my past’s patterns start to fade
replaced in part by new choices made
but mostly by Divine selection