Mine is a mix of various concoctions
My mind left for a minute spins dramas of fear, guilt and dread
sagas enough to fill theatres all over the world
stories so dramatic and intriguing, many a time spiced unconsciously by me
it's as if my mind knows me better than I know it
a part of me, yet seems so out of control
it just waits to gallop, tired lands me irritated and angry
relations strained with words that mind spits out.
Mercy of online search engines
picked up one tool for repair
morning pages being my first shield,
exercise, meditation, scripture reading suffixed
Each seeped into my life
a daily routine I adhere on most days
keeps me afloat
Times I feel abandoned, caught in claws of my mind
I get sucked, old practices ready to engulf me
my new practices throw the anchor
the rope I miss at times
Few years ago, scorecard was one on ten
more than half a dozen years of try
scorecard now around five on ten.
Sudoku, poetry, singing and reading my stepneys
I look forward for my own company
Mood swings now an occasional flu
medicines do work,
I just try to remember to
stock myself each day.
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