Molly

Dear Molly,
It seems you've come into my life,
At every moment, just perfectly right.
And there could not have been a more condign time,
To rectify,
Why I'm seeing darkness amiss the light.
So I've asked my Self,
To be helped,
Through acceptance and release,
While seeking to delete,
What’s been buried deep beneath.
For those seeds, ill-timed,
Seething from your mind,
Inevitably will blossom into neuroticism,
Paving a pathway for pain and grief