Holding Thin

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ounter to what you’d expect My enemies they make up not For soon as friends they seem to be Familiar given not a thought</p><p id="dc93">Then one day I decide to fight Against the messages I’ve learned From since the time before I walked That I am worth no one’s concern</p><p id="9d89">Good reason do I recognize The spirits voices known so well That they’ve become familiar true Their punishment I cannot quell</p><p id="c807">One worry though remains behind The one that keeps me up at night That if they go then so will I To disappear past time and light</p><p id="5a1e"><a href="undefined">Natalie Frank, Ph.D. (Clinical Psychology)</a> 2019</p><p id="2844"><i>Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had work featured in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her poetry has been featured in several anthologies. She is Editor for 1-One-Infinity and One Table, One World and Editor in Chief for Promposity and Mental Gecko. She is also the Managing Editor for Novellas and Serials at LVP Publications.</i></p><figure id="ffdc"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*Ye4K2tIYhOrzkY3B9KI9Sw.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="2d32"><b>If you enjoyed reading this poem you might also like these:</b></p><div id="cdc7" class="link-block"> <a hre

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My deepest fear.

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The evil spirits won’t be gone The evil spirits in my head They tax me, taunt me all day long No peace they’ll bring but fear instead

They know me, are me in a way They’ve been here ever since I knew My letters, colors, numbers all And still more time they will accrue

Their message meant to tear apart The smallest progress that I make Their voices sound like others though My own they try to bring heartbreak

I don’t know when I started to Allow them to gain purchase here To hang until familiar be Then climb inside to build their lair

Slowly soon they started in To taunt, to murmur insults mild I took in stride, so used to it I barely heard their quick revile

But soon acerbic wit reveals The caustic nature of their brood The spit, and spew and gnash their teeth Black clouds conceal to best delude

And over time they dig within Attaching to the matter there To white and grey they latch on tight Continuing to call, “Despair!”

But counter to what you’d expect My enemies they make up not For soon as friends they seem to be Familiar given not a thought

Then one day I decide to fight Against the messages I’ve learned From since the time before I walked That I am worth no one’s concern

Good reason do I recognize The spirits voices known so well That they’ve become familiar true Their punishment I cannot quell

One worry though remains behind The one that keeps me up at night That if they go then so will I To disappear past time and light

Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had work featured in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her poetry has been featured in several anthologies. She is Editor for 1-One-Infinity and One Table, One World and Editor in Chief for Promposity and Mental Gecko. She is also the Managing Editor for Novellas and Serials at LVP Publications.

If you enjoyed reading this poem you might also like these:

You can follow me and find links to all of the articles, essays, fiction and poetry I publish on Medium here. Thanks for reading!

Original Poem

Holding Thin

My deepest fear.

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Based on the Dr. Seuss book, “Oh, The Places You’ll Go”

To Let A Thousand Colors Fly

When will we come to see it is not enough to live for ourselves alone?