It is time to clear out the emotional cobwebs
They fill our minds with dust
They offer us nothing but angst and confusion
And turn our gray matter into rust
The cobwebs are of our own design
We weave them with our doubt and trepidation
They stretch and grow when anxiety sets in
Our fear becomes their muse – their source of inspiration
We can let the cobwebs take root
And fill our minds with thoughts of despair
Or we can keep them from grabbing onto our hopes
And strangling our dreams without a care
To rid ourselves of emotional cobwebs
We must focus on what it is we want to achieve
As we reach for our dreams, the cobwebs disintegrate
And we find a clear reason in ourselves to believe
Donna Cavanagh-MyVeryOwnFan.com