The Mind

Happy is my heart, my soul, my mind;

however,

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;

yet,

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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