The Mind

Happy is my heart, my soul, my mind;


the mind is such a powerful tool.


Like waves,

crashing against the ocean’s shore;

the mind—giving no warning—can crush your soul.


Powerful enough to make you feel as though you can’t be stopped;


at the same time, the mind can keep you


stranded. . .


motionless. . .afraid.


This, sadly, is the state my mind has me in:

the more I think,

the tighter its grip on me,

pulling me into darkness.


It’s an ironic thing, the mind:

knowing it’s the only element which can free me from the depths it put me in.


I will break free, though—and soon!


My love is on the other side.

I won’t keep her waiting.


I come my love.

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