The Illusion

The illusion of fear is a plague to mind
Once you concede, it rots and it dies.
It takes an idea, a simple objection
It isn't complex, it isn't perfection
It isn't a dream but more that direction.
The thought invites light, just open the door.
The mind gets a taste and it's thirsting for more.
The brightness will grow, stay true to the light.
Love defeats fear, a spectacular sight.

Author's Note

Ignore bad grammar