Seeing  I

Old stories

Of threat and woe

Distort my vision,

And off I go

Projecting pain

Reacting fast

My swirling head

Prisoned in past.

Breathe slow, my boy.

Open your eyes.

See what's real.

Don't buy the lies.

Stay here, my man.

Shed the disguise.

Your space is vast.

Remember true size.