Inspired by my son… a never ending source of insight .
Good night my son, now it’s time for bed.
It has been along day and your book has been read.
Yes, I know it is dark, but you’ve nothing to fear
There is nothing about it’s just you and me here.
That thing that you’re feeling, some know it as dread.
It’s not at all real. It’s just thoughts in your head.
Now stop; don’t be silly, my patience runs short.
I’ll waste no more time, not a moments more thought.
Then I leave the room and my mind starts to race,
As it hits me hard, like a strike to the face.
If the answers so simple, the solution so clear,
Why is it I seem to battle my fear?