12/18/2025
We once told ourselves
that thoughts were harmless,
small things drifting through the mind.
Not because it was true—
but because it felt safer.
For if thoughts create,
then we must face what we think.
And some thoughts still carry fear,
old guilt, quiet judgments,
unseen wounds asking to be healed.
So the mind learned a trick:
“I am powerless.”
It dulled the ache of guilt,
but dimmed the light of creation.
It traded responsibility for comfort,
and strength for forgetting.
Yet the truth waits patiently:
your mind was never weak.
It was only asking to be trusted again.
When you stop fearing your thoughts,
you remember who you are—
a quiet force of meaning,
a chooser of peace,
a creator learning to love its own power.
