Unbidden

My wee contribution to UK Mental Health (Anxiety) Awareness Week

Unbidden 

Here they come,
Unbidden, drip by drip,
Those old thoughts
We thought were lost,
But were only hidden.

They are gossamer,
The merest touch,
They can do no harm,
So let them pass,
Let them drift. 

There is more 
Then what has been,
The world still turns,
Horizons still stretch
Beneath the sun.

 Derek Ross