Be still.
Be still.
Be still.
Calmness is all that of a will, it can be constrained, owed, and promised.
Everything is all self will.
Resist the filling of it, of the quavers.
Refuse it of what it defines you to be.
You are not weak if it strikes.
One can deny it.
Mind over matter.
The shudder of the winds can’t bend you into responding.
Those high talkers can’t prove you wrong.
Eyes look forward and strong.
Nothing else to it.
Nothing will do so to break it.
Be still!
Stand before them, falter free.
It’s just a trigger that they have won.
No they have not!
Be still damn you!
Mind over matter, it is nothing.
Not of all the cold in the world will break through.
No shocks.
No winds.
Nothing will, break the control of the body into a mess.
Nothing!
Mind over matter.
Matter will be a low level against mind.
It will not come into this.
Nothing.
Oh so nothing will do this.
The shudders will never come.
Never!
Ttremophobia
Fear of Trembling
-Side Notes-
Doing another Thanksgiving Poem; subject is what are you least thankful for and is there a way of how to handle it your way. The numbers for responses are 25. PM me when you can, for the due date is on the day before Thanksgiving Day.
Even with a requested on going through, Paint a Picture Special is still open for others to see their favorite painter get their chance. PM me or comment below
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