Anything Flows

Anxiety pervades this mind and body nearly anything ruffles its custody, yielding barren thoughts, this malady tenaciously attests to my life as buddy, housing this proclivity to thoughts muddy it looks like a saga of unending tragedy; noble folks say, with wit and temerity, weedy growth can be stalled to make mind steady. Flow of any thoughts in mind has no aperture seem, letting anything in and out during day and dream; one’s mind -a marrow of imprints, of subtle nuances to grim, watching and guarding it relentlessly of what gets to teem shaping to keep it fit to face anything is my perennial theme. *********** 23-Nov-2018 Eight word challenge to use the below words. 1.Aperture 2.Attest 3.Barren 4.Temerity 5.Saga 6.Proclivity 7.Nuance 8.Marrow 1 original, poem on the theme of ANYTHING Sponsored by: John Hamilton