Returning Overpowering Thoughts Poem by Ian (John) McCleary (Son of the Cleric)

I am willing to give up all that I have been afraid of in the last several years, but for some reason it keeps returning and repeating itself in my head. My thoughts when it is quiet and I am to myself in a room are it's roads and oceans, that it follows the course of without trouble. I have no way of disrupting it's movement toward me. I can recite a quick prayer or think other thoughts, and that slows its wheels, but it doesn't stop it's engine. It seems that it is a force too powerful for me to drive away by my own need to control it.
I am still figuring out what I should do when they occur.