Believe, believe

Torn between happiness and 
…and happiness
I let my heart, my soul 
free from the agony 
I felt it within 
when I breathed deeply
repeating the mantra
“Believe, believe”

I watch my mind
mindful of what it plays 
as I soothe my inner walls 
to cease the approaching distress
“Believe, believe” 
closing my eyes as I hushed myself
to sleep.

I let the pen move freely 
in spirals forming abstract art
 — a therapy I use to mend 
till it runs out of ink 
“Believe, believe”
I whisper to my head,
breathe then paint a smile on my lips.

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