Thought Worms

a thought

a thought worm

stuck somewhere

eating into the mind

defining self

forming frames to look through

he, she, them,theirs, mine

dark,shadowy forms

growing in power

as she grew

nah, this is not for me

no, this is not ever mine

hmm, I live with this

but, this is my fate

really, no one will accept me

true it is that love never crosses my path

the thoughts

fed,over fed

nourished by doubts

reinforced by experiences

cultivated by perceptions

became a reality

until

the bright sun broke in

fresh breeze walked by

skies laughed

birds chirped

a new reality set in

that be the beginning

a new lease of living