Not My Fault

There is a rift in the center of my mind I fall into and could choose to never climb out. On one side of the rift there is bliss but vagueness, on the other fear of recall and doubt. Bliss comes with no memory or premonition, fear when there is plenty of both. When I have a mind for believing I dare to keep an oath. There are ways to climb out of the rift and that is by hand over fist. I trust in God, love myself and others for the mind is really a gift.