Farewell, Fear Darling.

In the early hours of the day,

I chanced upon the weathered remains of a worry,

One that surfaced during a particularly brash storm

but had crumbled during the purge of the mind

we call meditation,

and I stomped on it,

once.

I said,

"You shall never have power over me."

Twice.

"You are not what I am."

Three times.

"And I will never be you."

- Lady Bell