Fear is Only in our Minds

Playful memories cease to grasp,
The days that rolled over our heads.
We lay down now and stay, aghast,
In our mindful phobias' simple threads.

These fears can no longer break me,
Nor can they harm you again.
Though we've withheld the key,
Things still haunt us now and then.

Inside us we treasure this find:
Fear is only in our minds.

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This is an American Sonnet, a form of poetry with the rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg. This is also my first one. :)